4am

The shock on my face
when 4am rolled around
and you were here,
full of fury and sound.
How exciting it is
to see my girl here,
since you know how much
I love when you’re near.
But really the truth
is that when you come home
it means I get a fish
then you can leave me alone.

© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2018

The Sweetest

The sweetest thing about you
is how much you try
and when life gets you down
you get up and don’t cry.
I think about you so much
and I don’t even know why
but it must be because
that’s all one big lie.

© Autumn siders 2018

#tbt

Breaking glass
is a messy task
and even more so
when you’re done
since you’ve got
to pick it up
and hope not to cut
anyone.

© Autumn Siders 2010

Leaves

Must be time to leave

without a reason to stay.

Seasons always change.

© Autumn Siders 2018

Sweet Nothings

You whispered in my ear
what I thought was your secret
but really it was your line
used time after time.
I thought it was unique
that you knew what to say
to woo my feelings
and make my heart stray.
But really you are
a dime a dozen
as they say,
and I am worth nothing
thanks to a mistake
for which I’ll pay.

© Autumn Siders 2018

Kryptonite

You were drunk again last night
but you thought I wouldn’t know
like your superpower
is to disguise intoxication.
You’re no superhero
but there is a villain here.
Will you ever realize
your kryptonite
is the exact thing
you think will save you?
Maybe you should use your cape
to clean up the mess
you leave in your wake.

© Autumn Siders 2018

I Love So

You’ve been gone
for at least thirty naps,
but I hardly noticed
between all these baths.
I know soon you’ll be home
and you’ll bring me a fish
and then it’s back to bed
where I’ll make a wish.
I wish that you’ll come home,
but first you’ll have to go,
in order to bring me another
fish that I love so.

© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2018

Nothing More

Somehow this weekend
turned to something more
and even though I didn’t know,
it’s what I was waiting for.
But weekends must end
just as dreamers must wake
and my heart is to guarded
for you to just take.
Monday will arrive
just like Death at my door
and you’ll be a memory,
only this and nothing more.

Make Your Move

Everyone has gone
and it’s just us,
waiting for the other
to make her move.
The longer I wait,
the more I think
I read this all wrong.
The longer you wait,
the more I want to ask.
That smile, your laugh,
the way your neck
looks so desirable
when you throw your head back.
If I am still here
and so are you
and the bar is closing
then it must be true.
Hurry up and ask
before it’s too late,
not just in the evening,
but in this unexpected fate.