Hi,
I won't repeat what I said,
even if I am absolutely positive you didn't hear me the first time.
I got a ticklish murmur when I noticed I had a notification,
and re-wrote my comment 6 times,
before I hesitantly pressed send.
I didn't look at your response till 6 hours later,
even though I knew you had responded after 10 minutes,
I was too scared to check your reply.
As a group conversation flowed smoothly on the table,
I opened my mouth,
ready to keep the conversation stirring,
but I wasn't able,
I missed my cue.
As I scratch the skin outside my brain,
digging inside,
searching for anything to say,
I find myself,
staying uncomfortably quiet,
hoping I find a way to wrap myself in conversation soon.
You're being very quiet,
a comment I've heard all too much,
to which I will always reply I am fine,
at least I know how to reply to that.
That joke I just told,
I knew it wasn't funny,
I only laughed because I was nervous,
in fact,
I laugh after almost every sentence,
my nerves are the only joke.
I keep,
tripping, tripping, tripping, and tripping some more,
but tripping over your words,
only bruises your confidence,
it only bruises your self-esteem,
the bruises from my constant trips do not show.
The more I trip the more I try,
and as there bodies edge further and further away from me,
I wander,
maybe,
if saying all my favourite Disney lines,
all of them in one minute,
was uninteresting,
I hadn't been trying,
I had been tripping.
When should I speak?
Should I speak at all?
I just don't understand this rhythm,
I have my own beat.
I'm loosing track, not following my own feet.
YOU ARE READING
An organised mess
PoetryA poetry collection with random poetry I have written overtime, and thought i'd share. I aim to add a new poem into this collection every day, could be the occasional off day :-) hope you enjoy! **thoughts day to day, put pen to paper and let the...