Swing

Posted: October 9, 2016 in Poems
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The next time you talk to me,
please don’t be a swing,
indecisively moving back and forth
between yes and no,
between thoughts of love and “maybe not,”
between “I like you that much” and “not quite.”

But please, when you decide to notice me,
either slide down my arms,
falling hard and sure,
or don’t slide down at all.

Either tell me plain and clear
that you love me, completely and without fear,
or tell me outright and directly so
that your decision has to be a no.

Because the more your heart-pendulum swings,
the more mine aches.
The more your heart-switch turns on and off,
the more irreparably mine breaks.

So once you tell me again your stories,
go down your swing.
Stop playing.
And for once tell me-
if I should stop waiting.

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