every fear contains a wish
hey jealousy
the grass is always greener
but here goes anyway
lets covet the grass
that makes up the lawn
in front of the house
we never owned.
i think i could stomach it more
if you were discrete
if it was unseen
unspoken of
sneaky & calculated
to ensure the ultimate deception.
because at least then there’s a trace of respect you have for me.
for fear of ever having been found out.
i can work with unknowns.
exes ive only seen in scrolled through instagram photos
or girls you once sparked with in tagged facebook meme posts
because they dont threaten my present
theyre distant. cordial but not overtly friendly.
& even if they’re not,
you lie well enough to keep my gut from churning
when you mention them in passing.
but this, is different.
its always been my Achilles heel.
obscenely flaunting it
with no discretion
under the pretense of friends.
because crudely calling yourselves that makes it ok to the public,
& nothing to hide or be ashamed of.
i wish i was dumb enough to believe it.
is it so wrong,
to want to be with you
because to see you with her–
correction: to see you try for her
after what we had
makes me insignificant
a ruse
a place holder.
rewire
you need to rewire your hardware she said
because your associations have gone all wrong
because this is normal she explains, pointing inside the circle she drew
& this is you she states in her matter of fact tone,
tapping the paper
the empty space outlying the black ink curve.
because you take intimacy
but sense danger
& withdraw
from someone you love.
this is bad, she explains.
as if me coming to her wasn’t doing my part in admitting something was off.. with me.
your subconscious is telling you it’s wrong
even if you aren’t thinking it
you’re feeling it
so bring it to your level of consciousness
& disassociate it, is her casual solution.
like reminding someone to not forget their lunch at home next time.
like telling someone to remember to wash their hands after using the bathroom.
like its so easy.
like its instinctive.
like duh.
do what everyone else knows to do.
no guides
no pamphlets on the 12 Steps Towards an Intimate Future
just an irreverent ultimatum:
if you want to be alone for the rest of your life, continue on this path.
you don’t have to care about sex or intimacy.
because you will be alone if you are like this.
“at least give me.. a fighting chance.” he reasoned.
& i paused
because he was right.
ive gotten so accustomed to beating him to the punch
& lining up his check.. & mate
i run through a million reasons why i shouldn’t
that the possibility of “i can”
never comes to the forefront.
he’d fight to make you happy.
so why are you pushing him away?
gun control
i learned early on, to only shoot from the hip.
i sacrificed accuracy for speed
& found the quickest way to hurt
to hopefully deter someone from hurting me first.
in a quickdraw
i learned the best insults
are those delicately weaved
with bits of truth.
the hailing blow of rounds
create the initial wound
but the truths become eviscerating shards
that claw their way into every good you thought was yours
i could always win with this tactic
but the victory was hollow
no relationship can survive that kind of attack
because you’d never know whether i really think of you that way
or if i just said it in the heat of the moment.
no amount of kissing soaked eyelashes can erase that.
so i put the guns
the barbed threats
the trophies away
& decided to fight fair
but im still learning.
so understand,
in those pregnant pauses
when im staring out the window at the passing headlights reflecting in your mirror
im not ignoring you.
im not checked out.
im processing.
im taking what i think
& dissecting it
evaluating its weight
velocity
ferocity
& truth.
because sometimes its hard for me to deliver the truth
without feeling like the truth is just a raised white flag.
sermon
i am far from a good christian
i still feel weird about stating a religious preference
because religions get a bad rap
& their followers are the worst.
i hold the agnostic card in my back pocket when im cornered
to play neutral when questions get too tough
& prayers get too touchy feely
as I gaze at my meal with head bowed.
but once i met you
something changed
as cliche & cheesy as that sounds.
maybe it was timing
i reached a point where agnosticism wasnt giving me enough
at the end of the day
maybe you can call that His work
or atheists call it luck
but something changed
& theres a yearning
a craving
for more.
im not wholly convinced yet
but its a start.
with the questions
& the discussions
& the links to video sermons
that make me feel a little less lost.
& maybe the intent has other motives
but isnt that the covert way He makes things work sometimes?
i cant speak for anyone else’s plan but my own
so for right now,
hearing you talk
about living a righteous life
is enough.
the forgotten list v2.0
[in no particular order]
1. Makes me laugh. There’s few things i love more than to unabashedly, head thrown back, silver fillings visible, straight from the gut — laugh. My sincerest “care bear” laugh as it was once called, is one of the greatest gifts you can give to me. & i get, that over the years, even the faintest chuckling over witty text banter will fade, but i’d like to think that someone meant for me could still manage to make me laugh at myself when im taking myself too seriously.
2. Supportive. To be specific: supportive in the way i need support. There’s many ways a partner can be supportive, but what I need, & the way I need it, may not coincide with how you think you can best support me. But i’ve known myself a lot longer than you have, so when it comes down to the overbearing stress of life, i can appreciate someone who sets their pride & home remedies aside & listens to what would best work for me.
3. Financially smart. i know this wasnt on the old list.. because when i wrote the old list, finances were some great mess of a storm that is always talked about, but i could only see it ever in the distant future. it didnt really affect me or hold any bearing on my day to day life. but then student loans, and credit cards, & training without pay for a career, & car insurance, & vet bills all happened. my parents, admittedly, are not good with money. we dont talk about money, & so i never learned “smart money skills.” but im trying. which is why i need someone who wont further muddle my shaky idea of what an Asset vs Liability is [taking a tip from Rich Dad Poor Dad], & tempt me into those “treat yourself, YOLO!” shopping sprees. you dont have to be rich. its not about finding someone to fund my “get out of debt” plan. & i dont expect you to be financially responsible for me. but if you’re self-sufficient, & can pass on a few tips on how to make a dollar go a little further, i could really see a not-so-distant future together.
4. Assertive. somehow that descriptor doesnt sit well with me, but “Not a Pushover” would herald a different sort of list. a longer list of all the characteristics i’d hope to avoid. what i really mean is.. someone who’s unafraid of me. who’s unafraid of calling me out on my bullshit.. but does so in a tactful, compassionate manner. ive dated the pushovers, & ive dated the power-tripping egocentrics too.. neither last because i eventually grew tired of being always right [even though i knew i was bulldozing them, & getting away with murder] or was so disgusted with myself for being someone’s passive, restrained, “yes” girl. i want someone who knows how to challenge me, & does it for no other reason than helping me to be better.
4. Loyal. i know this is kind of assumed… don’t cheat — emotionally, physically, in any capacity. but i also mean this in the sense of i want someone to have my back, even when maybe i don’t deserve it. someone who will vouch for me in conversations when i’m not there to do it myself, or maybe it’s not my place to defend myself. i don’t ever want our dirty laundry aired out for his parents, siblings, coworkers, friends, to see. i want peace of mind that the person im with, won’t hesitate to express his loyalty to us as a unit. this is especially important to me when it comes to family. (refer to #6)
5. Resilient. i want someone who can weather the storms that are me. i’m difficult, & moody, & don’t know what i want until it’s staring me in the face, & have introverted tendencies in the most inconvenient times & places, & the list goes on & on… and despite my best efforts to be the best version of me i can be, some days will slip through the cracks & my demons will show. it doesn’t mean i’m not the person who you courted & fell in love with, it just means i’m a work in progress, as are you, & i’d like us to give eachother the benefit of the doubt. i want someone who can wrap me up in their arms & hold me ’til the crazy passes, & not write me off for being comfortable enough to expose that part of me to you.
6. Family approved. When you marry, you marry the family– this goes both ways. my family must genuinely like you. not in a, “well this is who she chose so we’ll support her” kind of grimacing way, but in a, “where’s (love of my life’s name)? we really miss him!” i think i work really hard to win over in-laws. there’s a certain level of formality i’ve never broken character with around the in-laws, no matter the length of relationship. i’d expect the same effort of you. that being said, i’ll do it even if i don’t particularly understand them, because you come as a packaged deal & no one should ever have to choose between the two. i think a healthy relationship with in-laws is important, but so are boundaries & i need someone who’s up to the challenge of mediating that.
0335
i dedicate so much time
so much energy
to reasoning with the unreasonable.
why her???
you click.
but she cheats
& lies
& parties all night
& cuts corners
& is lazy
& skates by on her looks
& has no drive or motivation to be more
everything you steer clear of when you list your needs in a partner
— everything you’d despise if it were me.
maybe when she grows up a little
what is it about her that would even give credence to hoping for a grown up version of that?
lets just overhaul the battery
& the steering
& the engine
but keep the car.
because its worth holding out for.
sometimes i wish i could pull a Topanga.
let Corey fulfill his “what if”
& then maybe finally you’ll see
you only desired it because it was forbidden
& actually there really is nothing beneath the surface
a shallow spritz of Victorias Secret “Love Potion”
instead of complicated subtleties with overlapping notes
you’ll tire of the banter,
because as you push your wit
there’s no push-back beyond the first counter attack
& you like her mischievous grin
up until you realize she’s only grinning
because she has no clue about what’s going on
i want it to get old.
so we can grow old.. together.
but ive always been afraid
of placing too big a bet
for too risky a payout
id settle for breaking even
as opposed to losing it all
for a slim chance of playing my hand right
& here i am dedicating way too much time
& energy
reasoning with the unreasonable.
you ask,
where that strained hesitation comes from
& convince yourself that the annoyed tone
with the emphasized shortness at the tail is unwarranted & undeserved
but rewind a couple seconds into the conversation
& reflect
on how you interject
& scold
& condescend
on how you know best
the way im doing something is inefficient
& wrong
[despite me doing it that way for all my life..]
therein lies your answer.
I remember vowing to love the one who makes me laugh.
& doesn’t criticize my best efforts or judge my bottomless worsts.
& loves unconditionally.
where did that girl go?
with these unbridled hopes
& promises to herself to remain un-brided
until these seemingly simple necessities are met?
maybe I’m settling..
heck. maybe you are too.