Puppeteer
Hello, hello! Thank you for coming to read my poem, Puppeteer. I don’t really like the idea of getting into specifics when it comes to inspirations behind most creative works, but especially poetry. I just think it really is written one size fits all- in other words, however you receive it- that’s the way it should stay. What this poem means to me, might not hit home the same for you.
So, I would contrarily love to read what the poem means to you in the comments below! Think about the themes that jump out, any words that come to mind, or just any description you have of how the poem fits you. I’d love to read! With that- happy reading and I’ll leave you to the dressing room. (Aren’t you glad I’m a poet instead of a comedian?)
Puppeteer
I remember looking up at the stars
you were somewhere to my left
or were you to my right? anyways we were
lying on our backs on a bench
head to head
you shifted sideways and scooted closer
and your cheek pressed to mine
and I always wished I could have kept that moment
its funny, I wanted you like nothing else
back then
I wish I didn’t
I did though, even with all your reds
I think I kind of loved you
even if I only just figured it out
but I believe in what’s meant to be
that it will be and always be
and what isn’t will not
and that love doesn’t resemble strings
so in that case, maybe not
But if you do, ever figure it out
how to work your heart
try New York or California
or a bench
and there I am, still looking up at the stars
