Say What You Will

you see what you want
you say I’m a star, blue and distant
maybe you’re not entirely wrong
I may be distant
but the cold shoulder isn’t without reason
the closer I draw in
your gravity, as such, is a magnet
I’m drowning
or at least
I would be
if not for the cold spaces between
I want to believe every word
every glance, every glimmer of a smile
you say what you want
carefully constructed
and sometimes carelessly tossed
feelings and heart be damned
you played me while I
played you too
hence the newly created expanse
floating forever, seemingly, alone
misheard and misunderstood
and lacking in, well,
all the things that must really matter
to you


tara caribou | ©2022

27 Comments on “Say What You Will

  1. It’s a beautiful poem, Tara…like a dance between the two…the feeling of love & pain…beautifully written ✨

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  2. Wow! Really loved this Tara!! The capture of raw emotions and introspection too was so great!!
    Really loved the lines “you played me while I
    played you too”
    😊💕🌹

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  3. I have always been awful at giving someone the cold shoulder because sometimes when they hurt me, I want to but I just can’t seem to – and it’s a skill I wish I had – to protect myself because sometimes it’s the only way like you say. I find most people very cold – but that’s totally different to giving someone the cold shoulder because they’ve hurt you or you are protecting yourself.

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