Untitled v
what a pleasure
an honour
a dream come true
to live in a world
in a time
that holds you
- p. winter
Untitled vi
serenade me with the voice
you try to mute
see how quickly i become
your greatest audience
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baggage (haiku)
i come with baggage
more than i can hold, i pray
that you are stronger
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the gentleman
he walks at my pace
lets me think I won
keeps his mouth shut
till my stories are done
holds open the doors
calls, doesn't text
makes sure that I'm healthy
getting plenty rest
buys me a coffee
instead of a shot
remembers the details
I was sure he'd forgot
he's old school, classy
his intentions are good
and he treats me like only
a gentleman would
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MR AND MRS proZAC
I met you around the time Zac and I were to be engaged.
It was an arranged marriage,
But he promised me a lifetime of happiness.
They told me some loving would benefit my health.
That he could make me smile again.
So I stuck with him.
Every night.
You and I would meet behind his back.
He wasn't the only one who made me happy.
There was something about you
That made me forget about him.
Almost as if
I didn't need him anymore.
But they said I was commited to this relationship.
They told me Zac would work his magic 3-4 weeks after our first date.
And he did.
I smiled.
I forgot.
I relaxed.
I let go.
It was nice to be happy again.
Everyone around me saw it.
But then it was time to take it up a notch.
I was told to love him in the mornings and evenings,
Twice a day.
Then three times.
Then four.
Until I forgot what it was like to be single.
They didn't know I snuck out to be with you.
Eventually I was a whole new person.
I didn't worry about matched socks.
I didn't cry over spilled secrets.
I didn't retreat when the going got tough.
I learned to laugh at myself
Listen to myself
Love myself
Be myself.
The quiet world of whites and greys began to
EXPLODE
Into fireworks of vibrant colours.
I picked flowers!
I made music!
I flew kites!
The old me
Faded
From memory.
I was happy.
I am happy.
They said my life would never be the same.
That Zac had seeped into my brain
And taught me to see the beauty in life.
To find the rainbows in the rain.
They congratulated us on our marriage.
The couple of the century.
But, you see, I met you around the time Zac and I were to be engaged.
Maybe it was a coincidence.
Maybe it was the timing.
Maybe it was fate.
But I had broken up with Zac a month after he proposed.
I never met him twice a day.
Or three times.
Or four.
All this time
He wasn't the one
Who had taught me
To be happy.
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vulnerable
you come alive in my poetry.
for it is when I write,
and only then,
that I pour everything out
to you.
and leave myself
completely vulnerable.
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Forbidden Fruit
Good little Catholic girl.
Say your prayers,
Love your neighbours.
But not that one.
Ignore the luscious fruit.
The slithering whispers in your ear.
The juice, inches from your lips.
The temptation.
Eyes that entrance you.
Little touches.
Hidden blushes.
Keep it secret.
No one can know
That he isn't a
Good little Catholic boy.
- p. winter
