Shoestring
poems
- She’s everything but endearing
- Yet she grabs you
- like a shoestring
- And twirls you around
- Her wirey fingertips the way
- a red-faced child does
- with their spaghetti.
- You can’t help but notice
- the look in her eyes.
- She’s transfixed, yes,
- Escape is no longer possible.
- You sigh and think to yourself
- The only way this can end
- Is in ruin and tragedy. You’re either
- Heartbroken by your fears
- Or brokenhearted for doing nothing at all
- While she sits and tears you apart
- From the little loops that once grounded
- Your average life.
- Still you make the leap.
- You spill your heart out
- and hope that she doesn’t
- drop it.
- She catches it
- Though her nails are sharp and
- Unlike any that have had the privilege
- Of holding your touchy soul.
- You’re scared of getting hurt
- You’re scared of falling in love
- But you tell yourself
- Yes, it’s worth it
- Yes, it’s worth the trouble.
- Or perhaps someone has lied to you
- But no one has to know.
- What happens between two people
- Is a story left for their hands alone.
