we blur the lines- a poem

does this need a back story.. i'll tell you.. i was out last night and the guy i used to call my boyfriend for almost a year and some change.. drove by the poetry spot to speak to someone.. so i went outside.. and talked to him.. which is weird to me.. i can talk to him and feel like we are the friends we hoped we could be after we broke up b/c he said.. god said i wasn't the woman for him.. uhmm yeahh another story you might want to read my first post from last year.. i started this blog when we broke up... but that is not this story.. i saw him last night.. and had the weirdest urge to kiss him.. like i was supposed to do that.. i dont know.. but i stopped myself.. from doing it... and this poem follows....

We blur the lines

you and i blurred the lines
friendsLoversEnemiesFriends
we make up to break up only
to gain distance again
got me wondering...
to take this further or back away?
too much history and possibilities stand in our way
like
pain and forgiveness and loving you.. blurry at best
like
seeing you last night
i had the strangest urge to kiss you
but those people
were watching
my sisters
my friends
my people
say
to run madly in the opposite direction of everything that is
you
but i tread lightly
keeping an eye on my heart and a hand on my emotions
careful not to drop one or cock the other
cautious
but
curious
you were my first loverhomiefriend
we blurred the lines of the relationship
but i remember you like sunshine on a dark and cloudy day
and my days have been cloudy...
i need to remember what your lips feel like again
i need to know why when i see you
my hate for you has dissapated
and i want to kiss you again
i need to know why
but we blur the lines
friendsLoversHomiesEnemiesFriends
only to return again
only to find this story has yet to end
we still have to chapters to write
we still have moments to ride
we blur the lines
and i need to remember what your first kiss told me
that you were the one...
need to know why i have this urge to be that close to you
again...
we blur the lines..
(c)2004 jamila j

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