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Love Is A Growing Up

You say I want to own you
And truthfully I do.

But just a small piece
Something to hold onto

Cause we’ve been through a long year
And I feel like you owe me

And yes I know that’s wrong, and selfish & needy

I know that Love is about freedom
And understanding without ego

But I just want you to reciprocate
Cause I gave you a piece of me too

Maybe this whole thing is unhealthy and we both need to get free.

Jimmy said Love is a growing up,
Love is a growing up.

You say that you’re in love with me
But I don’t think you are

You just want m my approval
Want some balm on your scars

And maybe you deserve that
Cause I know I can be unkind

But I don’t need that responsibility
I don’t want you to be mine.

There was a time when I truly did
But you weren’t ready then

And now that you’ve come around
You feel you deserve something.

I’ll always love you, but this is unhealthy
And it’s time you let me be free.

Jimmy said Love is a growing up
Love is a growing up.

National Poetry Month – 3

Blue

So I left for a while,

I thought I’d be right back,

But life’s an airplane in motion

And I enjoy the flight,

But I came right to you once I touched down on the pavement,

Knew I’d see my name in your hand as you stood waiting. 

I just knew you’d be waiting.

In a taxi to your place,

Your smile all in my head. 

Remembering how soft your sheets are when we’re in your bed. 

Thinking how hard we laughed when you burned up those biscuits,

How I put my hand on your cheek and said I would fix it. 

Shouldn’t be hard to fix it.

Then I press your buzzer by the door,

When I hear your voice it sounds unsure. 

Say you’ll meet me on the inside stairs

As if you’ve got something to hide up there. 

What’s to hide in there?

When I finally see your face

Your smile is faintly traced

Just a slight embrace
For me.

I say I missed you 

Ask if I can make us some tea

You say, “No, no, I’ve got company.”

Oh, well I can come back later 

I’ll bring some wine. 

You say, “No, no, it’s fine. 
I’ll call later.”

As you part your door
Walk inside to leave
I catch a glimpse of blue
Color of the Aegean Sea.
It’s fresh and cool
Splashed across your wall.
The same accent we talked about at the end of your hall.
Always said when I moved in we’d paint it together.
But that was seasons ago,
Before the warm weather.
It’s been a long winter,
But I knew I had to leave.
Just can’t believe you’d paint without me
How could you paint blue without me?

(Definitely turning this one into a song – Copyrighted material people)