Friday, November 19, 2010

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

Tuesday, November 2, 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