i tried: poems from a lost soul

i am

Am I clumsy or careless?

Silly or stupid?

I walk into doors

That one you know

And now tables, chairs

People, hares

Walked past a metal block

Rip

My torn skirt (say no to synthetics)

I will likely forget to mend.

Likely to forget, also

Is me. Myself.

Do I need a mend?

I care

What do I care?

Wish I cared more

Wish I cared less

Wish I'd remember

Wish I'd forget

Wishing

Always

Could've done this

Could've done that

But I do shit

So what's the point of a wish?

So I am, I am

I am me and we are us -

And tomorrow we will be you and me

But now, now

We are us.

I think.

(I wish).

The wish my heart made

Was you'd come when I need

But in truth we're cara a cara, vis-à-vis

About one hour a week

So I do not ache for you, my dear

Though I may sigh

And I do not burn for you, my sweet,

But I might sing

And I'd almost I did not know what that means

Except I do

I do.

(just not yet)