Balancing Act

Where do I fit in?
Toeing the line between heart and head
I can't find myself.
Should I play the games people play?
Stay cool, stay cool, whispers my head.
It's the voice of the million guys who came before
The ones who wanted to "chill" and "hang out" and "hook up".
Be true to yourself, screams my heart.
It sounds like the lost girl inside of me.
The one who gives and gives and hopes and hopes,
Fading a little each time,
But never quite disappearing.

This isn't a line, in fact.
It's a fucking tightrope
And I'm about to fall.
The question is, when I do
Which way will I go?

The Beholder

The most attractive woman I know
Is not beautiful.
She has crooked teeth
Raccoon eyes
Bird's nest hair
And a bony face.
But she's also got
Poise
Intelligence
Empathy
And humour.
If she walked past me on the street,
I'd turn around for a second look.
If she talked to me,
I'd look in her intense brown eyes
And listen with my mind and my heart.
If she gave me her friendship
I'd cherish it.
Because what she is on the inside
Reflects on the outside.
And they're both beautiful.

Filmi Drama

The only part

Of that lame Bollywood movie I saw last weekend

Resonated.

The part where he brought a flowerpot down on his chest

To show how much love hurts.

If I could,

I would bring a flowerpot down on my chest too.

Maybe it would crack my heart wide open,

Let in new air;

Break the stone in my chest

Into a million small pieces

That will wash away cleanly.

If that is the only way to be rid

Of the hold you have on my heart,

Somebody, please hand me a flowerpot!

Unrequited

I wish there was an exorcism for love.

Light a scented candle, sprinkle some holy water

Mumble a few quick chants and hey, presto!

You're all done.

I wish there was a brain bleach for memories.

Just scrub those special moments right outta your head

Forget how he smiles, the sound of his voice

Boom! It's gone.

But if I'm being honest,

What I really wish for is a simple spell

A small desire made whole and real

A path to his heart

That's all I want.

Tiny

Wine soaked wonderful wishes,
Dreams made still and blue
This is what I think of,
When I think of you.

Ebenezer Scrooge repents

Well, maybe true love's not a myth
Maybe to find it, you gotta pay a tithe
Kiss a few frogs, break a few hearts
Ignore a few stupid false starts.

And maybe while I'm sitting in my corner sulking.
The spectre of spinsterhood looming hulking
Mr. Not-Quite-Right-but-Perfect-for-Me
Will sneak right up and set me free!

Ebenezer Scrooge laments

Love, bah!
It's a myth, it's gotta be.
When I was three, I believed.
In true love and the tooth fairy.
When I was thirteen I believed.
In true love and that boy down the street.
When I was twenty three I believed.
In true love and the man of my dreams.
Well guess what.
The tooth fairy was my mommy.
The boy never liked me.
And as for the man of my dreams?
That nightmare still haunts me.
So don't talk to me about love, my friend.
That's not the world I live in.
Mr. Right took a wrong turn,
But Mr. Wrong's just right for me.