Come Find Me Please

On a park bench in Paris I sit

I can see the Eiffel Tower from here.

It's starting to get cold and

I begin to miss you.

Who are you? Where are you?

Will you be the person I want

Or the person I need?

Will you care for me or just let me be?

When I see couples go by

I wonder if you'd like to hold my hand.

Will you make me mad or calm me down?

Will I be able to count on you?

Will you protect me from the storm

Or should I weather it out on my own?

I've been alone for so long

I've begun to doubt and question

If I will ever belong to someone.

Will my wait be worth my while

Or am I just wasting my time?

As I sit on this park bench by myself

Will you come looking for me?

Come and take me home?

Archie

26 Oct, 2010

Vulnerable Strength

A chain is only but as strong

As its weakest link.

I'm breakable

Please treat me with care.

I know I appear to be strong

God knows I am.

But that does not mean

My strength needs to be tested every time?

Every time I need to delve in to find my strength

I get hurt.

And I do not wish to be hurt anymore.

Be gentle with me.

My strength is vulnerable

Please handle me with care.

Archie

25 Oct 2010

No Happy Memory

I do think of you

More often than I'd like to.

I do not miss you

Of that I am certain.

In fact, you remind of

The disaster my life would have been

If I hadn't decided to let go.

Were you kidding or were you serious?

I've no clue to that.

I'm surprised my only official relationship

Does not stir the kind of emotion

It should rightfully.

Even when I see places you've seen

And lived in the same country as you

I do not for a moment wish to go back

To change my decision.

Again, I'm surprised at my own resolution

When I have second thoughts

About every second thing.

I'm happy you are no happy memory

It's made it easy for me to move on.

Archie

26 Oct, 2010

Sadness Is Comforting Sometimes

This is a weird feeling

That has come over me.

I feel melancholic

But am comfortable with it.

I am listening to sad songs

And feel at home somehow.

My sadness is not bothering me,

In a very strange way,

It feels like home.

I know I am unwell and

That's what's probably triggering these emotions

But I don't feel the need for it to go away.

Quite paradoxically- I'm happy in my sadness.

My loneliness shelters and protects me.

Sadness is comforting sometimes,

It is comforting to me now.

Archie