LOVE
by Anneli Wingertz
Why do we go and argue back and forth
and then act like we’re heading north
when I know we’re not
because again and again we end up in the same spot
the same situation we always end up in
that soon gets forgotten when I see you grin
oh how painful it is to go around in circles
but I love the circles when they are with you.
You see the pain seems inevitable
at first one might seem skeptical
but it’s true
it’s how you take the pain that pulls you through
maybe we only hurt so much because we love too much
and maybe we forget the pain instantly with the slightest touch
of the hand, of the lips
a falling star that grips
onto the dreamy clouds of “I love you
lets make this work”
As the saying goes “no pain no gain”
but the only thing to gain is the heavy chain
and burden of indescribable, agonizing love
that you claim slips on and fits like a glove
a glove that fits so snug and warm
and riles up emotions like lightning in a storm
when our lips connect and sparks fly
and simmer down like fireworks until they die
but they only die for a second before they are relived again
when the bountiful sparkles and colors rain
and I smile and dance with the twirls of life
and think about how wonderful it would be to be a wife
that cleans and loves and cooks and consoles
oh aren’t those the ultimate goals
in life that you search for
when you lay there on the floor
expressing the deepest crevices of your mind
and when they say that true love is blind
I know it is true because although I see you
it’s the unseen connection that I pursue
Hate and love are almost the same
of course when they are not given a name
they are the same in the sense that they both are strong
and both can be used to help write lyrics to a song
but what is love and what is hate
are those feelings we possess innate
in our souls, in our minds
the sensation that overwhelms and reminds
of the things we want and the things we despise
or when your lover begins to lie
he claims he was scared and did not want a blow up
but if you think long term it would end in a break up
so what good was it for
once you’ve opened that door
there’s no turning back
because once you’ve hit it you’ve created a crack
a crack that can’t be mended
but somehow the outcome is splendid
‘cause here I am on top of your chest
and we so happened to be completely undressed
they say opposites attract
and again I know it’s true
I mean just look, it’s a fact
I fell in love with you
you like one thing and I like the other
it’s just one dislike or like, just one after another
we could argue and we could rant
and it becomes some huge ginormous chant
about how I like to read and I like to write
and you like to eat and smoke away your feelings at night
that’s where the lies started, and that’s where they’ll end
oh I hope and I pray that this does not become a trend
I see us running, crawling, grasping for air
wondering why the other does not care
when in reality we do
we just don’t have a clue
about how needed we are
and how easily we both scar.
IT'S YOU. I KNOW.
By Anneli Wingertz
Things seem to be splitting at the seams now.
I close my eyes and I feel the dreams saturate
my conscious, filling the spaces left behind.
How can something that feels so right, also feel so wrong?
It’s like I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place
And the rock is on my back and the hard place is holding it there.
To be feather light, you have to let go of doubt
And gather your strength, even if they pout,
and shout, and trash your name.
Because in their mind you are playing a game.
Reality. That’s the hardest kicker of all.
When is the right time for self-indulgence?
It’s not a game. It’s you. I know. I know. I know.
MEMORIES
by Anneli Wingertz
Memories are like the silence of the snowfall
when the eerie world stands still
like memories, each snowflake is unique
crystallized into perfection that is seldom appreciated
for you cannot truly see with your eye
you simply feel it within.
Memories are like the sweet sound of music
permeating your body with beautiful melodies
beautiful, effortless, undisturbed melodies
that make you feel weightless in this depraved world.
But memories can be sour
like the pungency of your deep insecurities
that replay over and over in your mind
like a tape reel, clicking away
flashing pictures of what you do not and feel that you cannot accept.
Memories are like crying yourself to sleep at night
when you have gotten in a fight or simply just give up
you feel like everything that should be in place
is so out of place and you can’t seem to find the puzzle pieces to the map
that will lead you through the labyrinth of life.
When I think of memories I think of flowers
blowing in the breeze,
gently swaying back and forth with no restraint
soaking up the sun
creating life amongst them
no flower, no petal, is ever the same
just like memories they ignite like a flame
that burns bright like the stars
that seem alive even when they are dead.
But here I am, with the same underlying questions
Do we remember and feel after we have taken our last breath?
Are memories immortal or do they die with us?
What really are memories?
Are they better versions of the life we thought we lived,
creating high expectations that are hardly ever met?
Or are they horrible reminiscences of what we have lived through,
creating nightmares and doubts of what will come next?
BROKEN GLASS
By Anneli Wingertz
I look up and all I see is glass breaking
Jars of glass releasing the happiness left in me like I don't deserve it.
It's my glass that's breaking.
The heat has escaped me.
I shiver and ache like my life has been stolen.
My heart is now swollen...
Aching for what does not exist anymore.
I thought love was everything
And maybe it is
But loving deeply is a dangerous thing
For your heart is held sacred
And can be destroyed with little force.
The walls begin to crumble
And the tears never seize
The aching starts spreading from the heart to the knees
I grow hungry for what I have lost
But realize it is no longer mine.
