Bad Blood

So I heard this song, and I really like it.  But as I was listening to it, it made me think about how I would respond if someone came to me with the same request.  This is what I came up with.

Bad Blood

There is bad blood here.
No one is denying that.
There is bad blood.

You asked me to let it dry.
But friend, this isn't my claret spot.
My heart was stitched long ago.

I said my goodbyes.
And I walked away.
Relieved when it was done.

Now you want to dig up the dead?
Opening wounds long scarred over.
Like that would make things better.

No, I have not forgotten how I felt.
But I have left that anger behind me.
I will not drown for them.

So yes, there is bad blood here.
But I let it dry years ago.
Perhaps someone else should let it go.

(June 26, 2014)

Here's the song:

For You

For You

When I wake up tomorrow,
You will be gone.
I am melancholy
Because I can't follow.
We have different paths
This time.
When we meet again
I know I will have missed
Your smile.
But not realized
Just how much.
So tonight I will
Play my best for you
And I will dedicate
My last show to you.

(May 5, 2014)

Follow

Follow

I know you love me.
I know you care.
I'd follow you anywhere.
But when I asked
You to follow me,
You were angry.
Confusion swallowed my judgement.
What had I done?
I thought you were the one.
I know you are.
But when my dreams
Mean nothing to you
I don't want your love.

(May 3, 2014)

Used To Be

Used To Be

You told me

You used to be an asshole.

Your words.

Then you told me I was pretty.

You followed up with

But you would be gorgeous

If you lost 30 pounds.

You said you used to be

An asshole.

You lied.

(May 2, 2014)

Just Another

Just Another

I realize now
I hardly knew you
And there were things
I was afraid to say out loud.
Things that I held close
To my heart.
And when I finally shared
You did exactly what
I thought you would.
You were just another
Trying to set fire to my dreams.

(May 2, 2014)

Frozen

Frozen

Last night I dreamt

You were running away.

You packed your suitcase

And yelled you'd had enough.

You slammed it shut

And turned to leave the room.

I couldn't move.

Frozen to the spot for a minute or two.

I heard the sound of

Our front door crack

And before tears slid down my cheek,

You were no longer mine.

(April 26, 2014)

This Is Why

So I should have posted this one yesterday, and yesterday's today because of the dates, but here is the poem I wrote in February when I started this whole blog.  I wrote it so that I could have something to put on my other blog that people could click on to get here.  So I found a picture my sister took while we were visiting her in Minnesota a few years ago.  I felt it fit perfectly.

Wish

Wish

I’d like to wake up with you

Early in the morning,

Or stay up late just playing

Records on your phonograph.

I think I’d like spending

Lazy days in your arms

Under the maple tree in the park

And discovering your dreams.

I know I’d like the feel

Of our fingers locked

As we walk barefoot

On the beach at sunset.

Then snuggle close on our backs

As we gaze at the stars

Arms touching, toes brushing

And listen to the ocean tide.

Maybe one would fall

And this wish would be right.

(March 27, 2014)