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Fish The Pig Jul 2015
I'm too busy

worrying about missing future opportunities

that I can't fully appreciate

what I have now
I'm scared
and starting to panic
and the stress is beginning to effect me
Fish The Pig Jul 2015
he's in the next room,
that man,
and what do I think of him?
more importantly what do I think of myself?
Each night like clockwork
thoughts begin to drizzle
and put a weight on my heart,
fear that I'm making a mistake
that I need to get out
before it's too late,
fear that I'll regret this all in a year
fear that I'm worth nothing more
than his toy,
he does, in every breath,
something to contradict all my fears
yet here I am
3am
and I'm petrified
I'm going to get hurt.
he talks of my innocence,
my youth,
what happens when these are no more?
once he has corrupted,
will I be thrown away?
Fish The Pig Jul 2015
Down in Piedmont park
lovers are necking
dogs panting
squirrels gathering
girls basking in the fiery sun
and film crews hustling to and fro,
down in Piedmont Park
the trees whisper words
to the poets curled up
on historic benches,
the grass brushes softly
under bare feet-
new borns giggling at the new feeling,
down in Piedmont Park
people live their lives
and offer little glimpses
to stories
so much bigger
than Piedmont Park.
what a lovely place to be!
Fish The Pig Jun 2015
He talks me down
from outer space
from inside my head
he brings me back to the moment
the present
and makes me feel it all-
he challenges me
commands me
encourages me
he's not someone
you fall head-over-heels with
the second you get to know them
but someone you can slowly
bit-by-bit
gently fall in love with
over time
and I think
that might be
the best way to do it.
he makes everything seem okay.
even me
yes even me,
even I seem okay.
Fish The Pig Jun 2015
It took me four days
to write one less-than-mediocre poem about him.

It takes me a minute
to think of a thousand poems
about
**you
for T.L.
Fish The Pig Jun 2015
I'm happy I know I am
but there's still a bit of my heart
left behind
in that old mining town
that green valley
and I thought I took it with me
I thought I had forgotten
and could focus on this new man
but waking to a text
and feeling that empty space
I remembered
why I couldn't feel for this new man
like I should
like I wish I could
confirming
that I had slipped part of my heart
into T.L.'s pocket
and I might never get it back.
I think I may have more than liked that boy.
I miss him.
Sorry I'm so obsessive.
Fish The Pig Jun 2015
He plays the guitar
        with a soft raspy voice
             we spent last night *******
                                   this morning too
                                he didn't mind
                        take after take
      of my audition video
seventeen strong
but he demanded ten more
             shopping
      and laughing
      and kisses
                        losing count
                              of how many times
                                          he tells me I'm beautiful
resting my head on his
as he watches all twenty seven auditions
again and again
to make sure I am successful
and choose only the best
        I fall asleep in kingsize white sheets
        peaceful
and smiling
                    knowing that I am safe and happy.
since the posting of this poem 3 hours ago he had me do a million takes again and do ridiculous things so I feel as comfortable in his apartment as I did in my old drama class.
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