A Little Voice Came Leaping

"There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you."

“My heart cries out
Love at last I’ve found you, ooh now
And honey won’t you let me
Just be my whole life around you
…If you would take things under consideration
And walk down this hour with me
…I would love it, yeah”

—   "Cigarettes and Coffee," Otis Redding

It’s like I am watching you remember all the reasons you’re mad. I see your face fall. Feel mine falling too as your smile disappears. I see your brow furrow. Your mouth tighten into a sing line. “Ok.” And while I’m reminding myself not to push so hard, I hear your laugh. And it traps me in the mistaken belief that I’ll feel your love again soon.  

“You da one that I dream about all day
You da one that I think about always
You are the one so I make sure I behave”

—   "You Da One," Talk That Talk, Rihanna 

"Under," What is This About, AOSOON

"Just breathe in, exhale…."

It’s not much of a life you’re living
It’s not just something you take it’s given
Round and around and around and around we go
Oh now tell me now tell me now tell me now you know


Not really sure how to feel about it
Something in the way you move
Makes me feel like I can’t live without you
And it takes me all the way
I want you to stay

—   "Stay," Unapologetic, Rihanna (feat. Mikky Ekko)

“Taking steps is easy/ Standing still is hard….”

—   "You’ve Got Time," Regina Spektor

“…Living like we hate it
I have given all I can
But I can’t anymore
Freedom, I can taste it
And the truth, I need to face it
I’ve always been dedicated
But I can’t anymore”

—   "Keep Cool (Life Is What)," Major Lazer

“And don’t take this personal/But you’re the worst/You know what you’ve done to me…I don’t need you/I don’t need you/But I want you….”

—   "The Worst," Jhene Aiko

“We held hands and I remembered feeling something in the pit of my stomach, something like love or terror or the need to possess him, like a woman who is never and always alone, the terror of a woman who is in love all the time.”

—   The Adults, Alison Espach, p 204

Poem No. 51

I am yours at night

In your bed,

In the quiet,

We hold hands like

Everyone else at the table. 

You don’t look at me and, 

I think of all the ways you touch me

Without your hands 

In bed,

I’m holding nothing,

So nothing’s yours 

At night.

-ps