Came By to Say Hi

It was a cold day,
he didn't have much to say--
came by to say, "Hi"
I knew this was a lie.

I've got a million things going on
wanted to know how I was
looking to create a buzz.

Where would information about me
end up this time?
Acted as if being alone
was a crime.

Not interested in talking to my Heartache.
He knew I wasn't any good about acting fake.
I had to keep it moving,
his voice wasn't soothing.

"Goodbye!"  I said.
"Don't come back to say, 'Hi'.
Leave me alone!
Stay away!"

Next time I will pray...
don't want heartbreaker in my life
causing anymore strife!

So free,
so gone
soon it will be dawn.

Too much time wasted
thinking about the past.

He left me with a tear in his eye,
he knew I told no lie.
I meant what I said,
said what I meant!

"Don't come back to say, 'Hi.'"

Nicholl McGuire

What Kind of Love Is Making Me...?

What kind of love is making me,
watch you like a hawk.
Wanting to know did the two of you talk.

Why was it that the phone would ring,
then it would hang up?
Did you put some sort of potion in my
coffee cup?

What kind of love is this,
when I don't get any rest,
when every time I am with you
I feel like I am being put to a test?

Yesterday I didn't like your tone,
last week you checked my phone.
Thought I wasn't paying any attention,
and oh, I almost forgot to mention...

I feel so very weary of you,
it's always do, do, do!
Tell me where to go,
always sharing what you know,
but your story-telling is slow.

Someone put a Who Done It? mixture,
over my eyes, because truth
has been replaced with shameful lies.

Lift me up, then he tells me to shut up.
He plays a head game or two,
but I reverse them back on you.

There is no love, no sign from above.
Just a one act show to attempt to bring me down low.

But my feelings are like seasons,
they change for good reasons.

Don't need any excuse for doing anything,
when all it is, is trouble that the Devil brings.

Nicholl McGuire

Listen to her reading poems here.



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