There are 4 settings to this poem…the wrestling ring, the awkward place, the comfortable place, and the space I can’t get enough of.

the wrestling ring…

We’re on opposite corners of the wrestling ring

Waiting to see who will initiate the battle first

I like you the way you are

Why would I want to battle you?

Then I remind myself

It’s because I couldn’t grow with you

if the scares, sad faces, happy faces, wine tasting, blunt smoking, arguments never existed

It’s because I would have to tell you that secret I’m always trying to erase

I wish we could make love in the middle of this ring but we must converse first

Tell you something that might make you forfet the match…

and so I sit on my corner reading “Sister Citizen” looking up every so often

to see if you’re still there.

 

The Awkward place…

I don’t love you, I love the experience of you

but you seem to take that as some sort of potential

and then I grinch everytime you ask me out

not because you’re not amazing

but because you see the potential I do not see

and I search for it everytime you make me laugh

but quickly my face turns sad

because your smile is so big, you are enjoying this

I have to cancel our meet ups

because I simply can’t MEET up in awkward places.

 

The comfortable place…

We don’t try to pretend that we don’t like this space

but we wait and see how strong we’ve build this place

This is a special home I share with you

but so many things I cannot erase from this wall

I want to look into your eyes

but I get distracted by the writings and then I remember and get mad

We talk about it, I’m looking into your eyes

I forget, get comfortable again

I don’t visit the comfortable place often anymore

I cannot do work in a place I constantly want to sleep in.

 

The space I cannot get enough of…

Oh how I hate this space

I can’t seem to get enough of it

too much sugar but I don’t care

I’m willing to see the dentist!

This space I cannot get enough of is turning into a weird place

selfishness rides its waves here

for some reason I cannot hear you here

I tried to scream before but you just looked away

I love this space, it makes me the happiest

My faults are welcomed here

but this, out of all the spaces, is the scariest of them all

there are no rules, helmets, no cross signs, no alarm clocks,

no deadlines…

I just lost the track of time.