Maytin Paige

Maytin Paige Feb 2014

I wonder what went through your head
when I replied with Kay
I didn't use a period at the end
like I normally would.
You said you always thought I was
mad at you
when I used a period at the end of a sentence.
Maybe I should have used a period.
But I wasn't mad.
I wasn't necessarily sad.
I knew it was going to happen.
But when you told me that you couldn't go
after you wanting to go all day
you didn't use a period-
so you weren't mad.
Was it an excuse?
or did something really happen
and you couldn't go?
You almost begged me to go,
to take you,
to drive you around.
I finally said yes.
Suffered the wrath of my parents-
of who you are,
who your parents are,
where you work,
what your grades are like,
THE talk (multiple times, I might add)
but I saw it as a harmless hang out.
Maybe not though.

Maytin Paige Feb 2014

Friends.

Friends.
That's what we are.
We explore
unusual topics between
opposite ***
friends.
But that's just us,
that's how we are.
But it feels weird the day
that you ask me-
Are you going to the bathroom with me?
I tell you no,
thinking you mean this as joke
while we're walking in the same direction
with different destinations.
Then you look at me with a smile.
Help me go to the bathroom?
Wait, what?
Excuse me?
Do you mean this as a joke?
Or is this one of your flirting techniques?
Maybe I'm over thinking and this is a joke?
Another friend told me he'd never ask me that.
So why did you ask me that?
Why?

Maytin Paige Feb 2014

Dreamy Flakes

I watched as you put
that cancer stick
to your lips.
Your hood was pulled over your head,
your blond hair was sticking out in different directions.
I continued to stare as you
breathed out smoked and freezing carbon dioxide.
Snow started to stick to your lashes.
They stood out,
made your blue eyes pop as your darkened lashes were speckled with white
snow.
I pulled the beanie down farther over my ears
as you glanced at me.
A shiver ran down my spine and you pulled me to your side.
I waited impatiently as you finished
smoking.
I was cold.
It was so gorgeously beautiful out here,
I wanted to stay.
If only I were dressed to play in the powdered dream.
Dreams fell in flakes
sticking to your eyelashes
making your cheeks burn a bright red.
You ran your hand over my spine and paused at my neck.
Your eyes were looking at the top of my head.
Were you debating brushing the flakes off of my black beanie?
Or were you thinking of sitting on the couch with me?
I waited for you to finish
as I knew we would share a large cup
of
hot chocolate inside
afterwards.

Maytin Paige Feb 2014

Blood Stained Rose Petals

I can only honor
the woman that sat next to
her husband on the day of his death.
She held the only rose bouquet she's received from admirers.
Blood-stained rose petals sat in her lap.
I can only honor
the woman who stayed
with her dying husband.
She whispered, I love you
in a pleading voice,
wanting him to stay,
to come back home.
I can only honor
the woman who kissed her husband's lips
for the last time,
knowing she'd never get to touch him,
to kiss him,
to wake up to him,
to see him
ever again.
I can only honor
the woman who did not leave her husband's side
on the day he died.
I can only honor
the woman who held on
with such bravery.

I can only honor Jacqueline Kennedy. I can only wish to be the woman she was.

Maytin Paige Feb 2014

******, Claire, Allison, Brian, & Andrew (French Class 2)

The moment that you look around
and realize that
your main group
of people
in French Class
are the Breakfast Club of your school.
****** is closed off, hurting inside but hiding it from the world.
Claire talks to her 'kind', disgusted by those around her.
Allison stays quiet, before opening up and realizing what these people hold within.
Brian is outspoken, telling people how it is.
Andrew is sporty, knows what to do when the situation arises and tries to take control.
We're not perfect.
We don't consider each other friends necessarily.
But we're not quite acquaintances.
We have nothing in common
-being total opposites,
but we click in a weird understanding
sort of way.
We're not friends.
We just click.

K, M, D, B, & I. Realizing something so simple and true.
K is ******, M is Claire, I am Allison, D is Brian, and B is Andrew.
RIP to Mr. John Hughes, we all miss your genius mind.

Maytin Paige Feb 2014

For You, I Will

I want you to know
I'd never judge you.
That I'll listen to you
and your problems.
That I will help
put you back together.
That I can help you build that wall
just right.
Where you can trust
the right people
and block out
the wrong.
I want you to know I'm in the same boat.
But I care too much.
You have trouble seeing
that I will always be here
and there
anywhere you ask.

Maytin Paige Feb 2014

Watching

I let my fingers run over my skin.
Feeling
every bump,
every dip,
every vein protruding
from flesh.
I look into the man's eyes
as life disappears
Looking him in the eyes
as he becomes still.
Watching hurts more
than knowing.