Hello, My New Friends
Pisaries Creator wrote two new poems and more to come later. The last time I really was into writing poems was over twenty years ago. Time does fly, yes, it sure does.
The face in the mirror looked at me.
Hadn’t seen this face for a long time, but here it was to haunt me.
Couldn’t tell if it was mine or that of the monster.
I hadn’t seen the monster for a while either.
He held my attention even when its features became blurry.
No longer could I spot where the sides of the face ended.
The flesh seemed to melt away or maybe it disappeared behind the steam.
I wasn’t ready for it to leave quite yet.
But I knew it was not mine to claim.
I had tried to discard this face a long time ago.
It was the right choice to make, and yet the dark eye was visible to me.
It had restricted me at certain times.
I was too impressionable back then.
The small changes within myself were purposely forgotten.
My proof of turning a new leaf was an invention of mine.
I had turned into an ugly liar, and it felt crummy.
I was not a good person as much as believed otherwise.
My insides never caught up with my outer appearance.
The face in the mirror was despicable.
The monster that scared me was wicked.
There was a time I saw my innocent face, but I knew deep down it was cracked.
It didn’t matter what I desired.
None of it would come true.
The face in the mirror continued looking at me.
Couldn’t tell who it was, but only that it was searching for something more.
The music between us was loud and boisterous, as if it shouted from the speakers,
PAY ATTENTION TO ME! DANCE TO ME!
There was no one in that room not moving that night.
If you weren’t dancing, someone would have grabbed your hand and dragged you onto the floor.
All of the movement made my head dizzy. The price you pay for fashion.
My headband somehow managed its way into the dryer.
The things people hold onto even when they are too tight.
I never wanted to go back to the old way of doing things.
That night was so close to perfection.
I haven’t been able to get that back.
I’ve tried, but I never rolled snake eyes.
I felt so safe around him.
Even if we weren’t in the same room, things were easier for me.
The way his wavy hair cascaded past his shoulders.
Some of my friends told me men shouldn’t have long hair, but I didn’t care.
All I knew that he was mine.
I wanted to lose a part of myself to him that night, and he did not disappoint.
The way he touched my face when the beat slowed a bit.
His hands were smooth, and his breath was a mixture of coffee and cigarettes.
I didn’t care about the stink when I kissed him that night.
This was how our relationship developed.
He allowed me to release all the worries as I boogied on the dance floor.
He had such a carefree attitude.
I felt free for the first time in my life.
This freedom lasted throughout the night each time I grabbed his hand as he twirled me around.
We only existed to each other. He mouthed something to me.
I made out a few words.
LOVE… FOREVER… DANCING.
The music remained the same when he drifted away from me.
He was no longer close by my side.
Something BOOMED! Something BANGED!
He still made me believe in things. His advice mattered. He kept my heart intact.
We experienced from the same place.
This was an important time in my life.
There were no limits.
It was worth it when we reached our finale.