the scary thing is
i know how easy it is
to be loved by somebody
and to not love them back
the even scarier thing is
i know how hard it is
to tell them their love
is not wanted
– please do not do to me what i did to him
rebecca claire
Tag: poem
15-still here
i never thought that i would live
i did not think i would survive
i did not believe i would make it~
through dreams of suicide
– i am still here
rebecca claire
14-2006
it was only when I was twenty
that I remembered it
i delved into a part of my mind
where I kept old phone numbers
and useless facts
you know
the stuff that only exists in the background
like a forgotten hard-drive
where I kept old passwords
and pin codes
you know
the stuff that you didn’t know you still had
like a dusty memory stick
anyway
it was only when I was twenty
that I remembered it
i delved into a part of my mind
where I kept the memory that
i did not give him
consent
rebecca claire
13-2011
i froze the moment
on the step outside our back door
this is rock bottom
i wrote down
over and over
i found myself again
in that cold dark moment on that step
this too shall pass
i write down
over and over
i still go back
from time to time to that step
you got through it
i write down
over and over
– look at you now, more golden than ever
rebecca claire
10-you are as diverse as a climate
you can be strong
and also be soft
you can be tough
and also be tender
you can be confident
and also be conscious
you can be feminine
and also be fierce
-you are as diverse as a climate
rebecca claire
08-the world may hand you roses
the world may hand you roses
or it may hand you knives
just remember
it doesn’t matter
because if you don’t grip
the blades won’t cut you
and the thorns won’t either
rebecca claire
07-2011
i was always ready to run
you just gave me an excuse
to finally pack my bags
and say goodbye
to a city with
no opportunities
extortionate rent
friends that moved on
family that wanted to
rebecca claire
06-i wanted your lips on mine
meet me at the station
friday night at 7
i’ll be there in the rain
and we’ll walk until
your hair is soaked through
and your eyelashes all wet and curled
we’ll drink until we get turned away
from bars
and I’ll want to kiss you while
drinking cocktails
in a ski lift in a snow lodge
in may
-i wanted your lips on mine
rebecca claire
05-2010
i didn’t think about the
hole i would leave
in your heart
when i fucked her instead of you
I even made out
she was crazy
until I had enough of
pretending to be straight
and narrow
rebecca claire
04-a white man with a gun
why when we talk about a white man
with a gun in his hand
a man who kills
we call him a maniac
or suicidal
or
a prick
but when we talk about a brown man
with a gun in his hand
a man who kills
we call him a terrorist
or a terrorist
or
a terrorist
rebecca claire
Rebecca Claire 