Check Mate

I cannot write you.
I cannot explain those
Stacked questions
Still remaining unanswered
You'd whisper
And speak
So slowly
As I could not understand
Your simplistic and complex
Selves
As if they were so different from mine.
I'd buy your truths
For millions
If I'd only saved my pennies
Your theories, your mysteries, your lies
Oh, that rain
That taps on the window
And spills over the pane
But I know every note
It played
If it wasn't for that
I wouldn't have stayed.
How can you stay so unopen?
To the endless, limitless
Expressions I could give you
If you ever needed them
Replacing every smile with a sigh
Why?
Do you replace me?
Every
Single
Time
Our eyes met up in passing
Lasting a second longer than most
I never built a safety net
I'm working on mine now
Because I see how yours
Is working all too well
And as far as I can tell
You're broken.
You can't build bridges
With a torch in your hand.
Oh, this mis-shapen form
My mind has taken
When the only one playing the game
Is you.
No wonder you're winning.
Is there a reason
You've pushed me a way
At such a fast rate?
So let's play again.
Check mate.

Stay

If I wanted to be unfair to you

I would've made you stay

In your wishy washy

Condescending

Mind bending

Kind of way

You didn't think I realized

You didn't think I knew

That I could see right through you

When you didn't want me too

You cheapen the moment

By falling asleep

Though I can tell that you're restless

With the thoughts you can't keep

I know

Your laugh when things aren't funny

The way you brush things to the side

The smile when you don't mean it

When you finally did decide

You would stick to your guns

In the rain or in the sun

No one could beat you

Even if they tried

You'd touch me softly

Then quickly dismiss it

But I knew better

Because then you'd smile

Like you mean it

And thats why I stayed

So with your heart so locked up

As if I couldn't tell

Who knew keeping to yourself

Would suit you so well

So fly by the seat of your pants

It's the only thing that free

You're catching up on purpose

Perhaps to be with me

As if that made a difference

But my tears speak more volumes

Than I can

Even if we used all my best lines

And all of your one liners

We still wouldn't fit the bill

Because my thoughts spilled over

And you'd just watch them spill

If I wanted to be unfair to you

I would've asked you to stay

I never called you mine

But I'll miss you anyway.

Sidewalk chalk vs. The Olive Garden

Ahem...to begin I would just like to say let this be a lesson to The Man, and for those of you who are interested in sticking it to the man it turns out corporations do not support sidewalk chalk in whatever form it may come in. I was an amazing employee of the Logan local Olive Garden going on 3 years (holy goodness) There was lovely people, made very good friends, served a lot of hungry guests.. one day Scotty and I had just got off work early one bright and sunny Friday-we had the whole night a head of us, and we were figuring out what to do. Scotty has this book (love, me) called "This book will Change Your Life- 365 days of Hysterical Living" and on this day he informed me that it was Poetry Day- so we decided we had to incorporate this into our evening. SIDEWALK CHALK. Keep in my mind this is Logan and you often have to be creative. There was no better way to share poetry than to sidewalk chalk around the town. So we had just made our hillarious purchase and we were on our way to spread poetry in Scotty's neck of the woods, and on our way we were passing our place of employment and I may or may not have said, "we have got to chalk to OG!" No hesitation and we were in the parking lot quickly coming up with something hilarious to write. It had to be quick and easy, because it was about 6 o clock on a Friday evening with some guests outside etc. etc. So he decided to write " love your waitor, 15%" and I decided to go with "if you wanted lasagna, we're out" ( just an aside: this reigned very prominently true at this specific establishement and if you need verification of this fact ask Ashley) So we approached the front doors amid about 10-12 guests and quickly began writing. In the mean time, the work brown noser came out and with the best joke he'd ever come up with shared it with us "uh...we've called the cops heh heh" he snickered. Not funny. So we finished our trickery and then booked it to the car. We laughed and laughed and laughed. We were so funny! So...a jazz game and a couple of phone calls from the OG went by, and we decided we would call our manager back. We then were asked to write statements about "the things that happened outside" and were suspended (with pay haha) for the weekend! We made the best of our weekend-who knew how easy it would be to have the weekend off!? Needless to say neither of us have employed at the Olive Garden. And in conclusion a couple things should be pointed out. First the element of sidewalk chalk itself. This is pretty easy to remove, in fact, you can spit on sidewalk chalk and it would come off. I also want to say I realize that perhaps chalking at this time of day may not have been the brighest idea, but, it would not have been as funny, otherwise. And, I certainly hope that in the Olive Garden handbook in training there is now a new claus informing employees of sidewalk chalk and their feelings about chalking, because I'd like to just say..we did not realize that, that kind of behavior was frowned upon. haha! Cheers to sidewalk chalk and a book that was completely true to it's title.

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