I swing in and out of my own life in a pendulum -esque fashion.
There’s two of me, one at the bob and the other pulling the string
She wants to apply for a job
I won’t plan to sit for the test and interview
She plans to write a paper for a conference
I shan’t make time to edit it well
She hates the idea of taking the GRE
I wouldn’t leave her with an option but to not-
She wants a beautiful, sunny future
I wouldn’t let her dream that she can have it
She would like an afternoon of rest
I will needle her about missed classes
She makes up for lost sleep
I pop open a can of energy drink at the same instant-
She wanted to hustle, after all
And I was being.. supportive.
She at times likes a man and his attention
I won’t respond to him enthusiastically (for her sake)
She makes up her mind
I nudge the pendulum from equilibrium
She likes adventures
I’m making her life one, unpredictable and impulsive
She calls me Dumb Bitch, a lovely compliment
I’m just making her vigorously less prosaic
She wants peace with me
I shrug it off. We’re best suited in incompatibility.
Stormy Skies by Suradha Iyer 