Wish

I found this in my folder of poems. It's a bit odd that I would have written this, because I'm not very cynical and don't tend to dwell, but so goes it. I'll write a new poem soon.

Wish

It's funny now how tall I was before you came along

How straight I stood, how well I fit my smile

It's funny since I haven't had good posture for so long

And you won't see me laughing for a while

I never used to wish because I always had a plan

And my well-founded whimsy knew her place

My heart was always dreaming and I whistled as I ran

But all the same I understood the race

And here you came to teach me how to dance and how to sing

Skills that I must have known since infancy

But you, you were so confident you'd change my everything

And me, I was too thrilled to disagree

At each eleven eleven you'd instruct me to wish

So twice a day I'd wish only for you

And now that you are far away and all has gone amiss,

I've learned only that wishes don't come true

What a cynic I've become as days have turned to years

How madly and impossibly alone

How paranoid you've made me as my doubts turned into fears

And I have learned to mistrust the unknown

It's funny now how great I was before you came along

How talented and smart I must have been

It's funny since I haven't felt courageous for so long

But I can find a place to start again