This is a collection of original poems I wrote myself.
Each poem will depict a memory of a person or object from my past and a reflection of how I feel about them now. I deal with love, heartbreak, obsession, death, depression, mental illness, sacri...
I was a couple months into my second job Before I met him Had previously left the restaurant For something that opened more doors And paved longer pathways With better benefits to boot Tired of making pizzas and heating wings And the lack of decent hourly pay, I traded my red polo For a grocery shirt and steel-toe shoes
To put it, this was a fresh start A job that gave me a chance In pursuing another passion Other than writing, Which is still very much my passion I wanted something new and different Didn't want it to be in the kitchen Exhausted by constant Kidz Bop Playing on the monitors The shouts from children And the confronting Karen's That had me hiding away In the walk-in cooler I also wanted more time out of the day For rest and productivity This new job gave me that
The big caveat was a risk Working the so-called graveyard shift Starting from 10 at night Ending at 6 in the morn I'd be sleeping after sunrise Waking up at near sundown Big, big change, but it's worth it Understood it clear And I liked it
Jump to early spring I find new faces in the building A new boss, one position above me But one position below the real boss I barely spoke to him at the beginning Once the seasons changed, We started to bond He gave me rides to and from work Took me out for a meal here and there Pulled some corny and cackling jokes That the whole store heard me laughing at I only wondered again and again If this was something more
Is there a chance at romance? Yes and also no, We're getting close, caring for one another Though one elephant stands between us Taking our professional relationship Into consideration and the way it'll looks, He could lose his position And I have too much on the line I need my job But I don't want to lose him
I like him, of course I do, and vice versa But it's bad timing I'm at a point in my life, Where I'm not ready to fall in love I've already seen what love does to me It's intense and borderline mental And it takes too much out of me
But he said he will wait He'll wait until it's the right time When there's not a lot in the way Coming in between this budding friendship I trust him, and he trusts me Therefore, I will wait too Until we can start this chapter together
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Reflection: so I had written this back in mid-October, and I will say, he was the reason I marked the collection as complete.
The reason for that is because we're dating. We've been dating since Halloween 2022. Prior to this, he had quit his job after taking time off for mental health reasons, and with my consent, he asked if we could date. Of course, I said yes, because I'd felt this way about him for a while and I was ready to start the next chapter with him.
We are still together as of posting this, and honestly, he is such a good boyfriend. That's all I'm gonna say about that.
Here's a picture of us.
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