I Saw Time Slow

Everyone is laughing when time slows.
His eyes meet mine.
He's caught me admiring him.
I'm afraid he can see it in my eyes.
I want to look away, to conceal my thoughts.
But I want to hold his gaze a moment longer.
I wonder what he sees in my eyes.
Does he admire my smile as I do his?
I admonish myself for daring the hope.
He only happened to catch my gaze.
Could the laughter in his eyes be something more?
I need to look away.
I don't want him to read my eyes.
I tear my brown away from his blue.
My heart finishes skipping its beat.
Time resumes its normal pace.
Everyone is still laughing.
Only I saw time slow.

Petty Girls

Pretty smiles, petty girls. Fun laughter, fake people.
Pretend to care, pity me. False friendship, keep it.
Listen closely, lies whispered. Good times, gossip loudly.
People come and go. Drop anyone you want.
Really love, really lying. Silly moments, staged memories.
Put on a good show. Two faces are too few.
Shoulder to cry on, stab in the back. Open arms, open mouth.
Young at heart, never grow up. Boasting in immaturity.
Pretty smiles, petty girls.


For H.G.

Poetry Analysis

Don't put words to what I left unsaid.
Don't define what I left abstract.
Don't make concrete what I left ambiguous.
Don't voice feelings I left silent.
You don't know my thoughts.
You don't understand my mind.
Don't take the soul out of my words.
Don't analyze what I meant to be enjoyed.
You can't capture poetry in a formula.
You can't scrutinize what is meant to be felt.
Don't pick apart what I put together.
Don't put words to what I left unsaid.