I Think I’ll Pass

Composed 4/6/15
Description: For Day 6 of NaPoWriMo.

You long to hold another in your arms
A yearning dropped in each available line
But, alas, a chance at relationship?
Simply impossible at this time!

A night enwrapped, nuzzled, and touched
Well, that wouldn’t be asking for much
A date, one day to see what could grow
Seems too unlikely
So the answer’s no

Should I offer my body’s warmth
Our strangeness
And estrangedness
Bothers you none
Yet should I offer a piece of me
And a chance at life of love so sweet
Time seems wasted

And I understand affection
The need to be touched
I’ve lacked it often, way too much
But I’ve had it all
Without true connection
And life feels so empty
With no love
Just a body’s direction


You’d Have To

Composed: 4/17/13
Description: This was inspired by a comment my professor made in my personality theory class. He told us that we did not fall in love with our hearts, but with our brains. He looked at the boy sitting next to me and told him that if he wanted ME to fall in love with him, he’d have to “reorganize [my] brain” to do so. Wasn’t that right? I laughed silently, knowing it would take almost an impossible amount of “brain reorganization” for me to fall head over heels for this particular person. But instead of being mean, I shrugged and replied: “I guess.” But my meanness inspired this somewhat sassy poem.

You’d have to reorganize my brain
To get me to fall in love with you
You’d have to block all my synapses
And send them somewhere new

You’d have to chain me to a chair
Take a scalpel to my frontal lobe
And take out all the chunks
That loathe you, I suppose

Sadly, though, for you
By then half my brain’d be gone
I’d be a happy zombie
Then again
That’s what you want

Sorry to inform you that
I will not be moved
Place one electrode on my scalp
And I’ll turn you black and blue

I am my own person
My brain is that – my own
If you want compliance
Then, boy, just hit the road.