Some
Jey Paradox
Some nails are meant to be painted,
Bright colors of turquoise and black.
Some wrists are meant to be decorated,
With bracelets of gold and silver.
Some eyes are meant to be embellished,
Black eyeliner in soft wingtips.
Some black Converse shoes
Are meant to be worn,
The zippers jingling,
Demanding to be seen.
Maybe keeping some of it inside is freeing,
Because I know you heard me
And I know you care.
I know the footfalls of my sister and
My father and my mother are all
Different and distinct.
Some things are meant to be heard, like
I love you
Or
You hurt me badly.
And possibly some things are meant to be kept inside,
Like when I said I’m sorry too many times
To be truly meaningful.
Or when I gave in to
What they told me to do, or when I hid myself away
Because I thought you hated me, but my true light
Was really the one that guided you.
Some words are pleasing to speak, like
Cosmic intergalactic almond peach cloud swirl
And some words are painful, the
I don’t knows and the I don’t cares
Resting in one’s chest like a balloon unpopped.
Some music is meant to be played,
Swelling my heart until it bursts
With the stories of kings and queens.
Some people are meant to be here,
Some are not, but by chance and sheer happenstance
We are both here now.
Was it supposed to be like that?
I wrote this poem about someone who is always there and how lucky I am to have them, because so many things are inconsistent, but I will always remember these things and that is something to count on.
