Three Impossible Tasks

A Poem

Photo by Tanbir Mahmud on Unsplash

i’m a puppet without strings,
and you know me well, don’t you —
long before i ever darkened your doorway?

she was the kind of blue you couldn’t forget,
and you’ve been trying to replace her ever since.

you wanted me because i loved her —
and you thought you could get to her
through me, through me, through me.

but let me tell you something, trickster —
i’m not the girl you called your own,
and i’m not waiting on your moonbeams.

call yourself the anti-hero if you like,
but i’m not here to forgive you for your sins
or understand the wiles of your midnight mind.

maybe there’s hope for tomorrow — or perhaps not —
but i’m waiting on you to show me something
real instead of your mind game love affairs.

do you want to hold my hand?
do you want to kiss my lips?
then show me you love me,
show me i’m wanted,
show me i’m the gem
you can’t ever forget.