Pretty – Poétique

Pretty Sure

It hurts
In a way I don’t like to talk about
The way that you won’t feel
About moi
Pretty sure it’s me
Not you
I’ve invested too many feelings
Even if you act normally
I’m pretty sure it’s me
Not you
No up no down
Just the same everything
No change
I’m pretty sure it’s me
Not you
There’s no difference
Between the two
You choose what you choose
Extracurricular for me
Isn’t especially for you
I’m pretty sure it’s me
Not you
You’ve always been the same
Only I have changed
Only I have grown to pout
Only I would feel left out
It hurts me in a way
I don’t like to talk about

It’s silly really
Just feelings you can’t feel
I’m pretty sure it’s me
Not you
I’d rather not wear it
Not quite sure how to
Tear it off
It’s silly really
Just drawing lines
Around the lot

Pretty Scratches

Descendants of mothers
Resolving the fathers we
Respect our origins
Equally bare
Windchimes on the
Porches of our minds we
Roam in blankets of
Prairies we play
Walking towards glistening
Both of us whistling or
All of us
What’s that sound on
Blue birds’ pursed lips
Smiling we dance
In return
Arrival soon soothes the
Pretty scratches
That life makes
Are they scars
Or are they
Just the way things are!
Conferred to dreaming
Song-like screaming
Wakefulness spares
Parted poetic descent
One hair this way
One hair that way
I’m curled up
Blown around by laughter
You can’t imagine the fun
We had the summer after