Poetry by

Agustina Van Thienen

A Never Ending Dance

i grew tired of you

small talk makes me yawn

and pretending i mind makes my skin crawl

i know you grew tired of me too

your eyes wander when i talk 

you don’t care enough to snark back

we thought we would never grow apart

best friends promise eternity to each other

a certain innocence makes you believe and promise

this is forever

i really don’t know what to do

i sigh and i whine,

can’t really lie, it hurts

but not enough

not even to pick up my phone,

pretend for a second that i care,

i do not

because i grew tired of you,

and i’m hoping you grew tired of me too.

The End to a Story That Never Was

it’s the love that could not be

hurts everytime you think of me

it’s the love we could not have

gone with the wind i vanished as if i was never there

will you remember me?

the soft touch of my hands

the desperate clinging of my lips

some parts of me wished you would forget

for the love that could not be, cuts, weeps, bleeds.