ADHD Dribblings: Poems & Thoughts From A Mind Lost In Motion

Who is he?

We like the same bands
Have similar burdens
trapped in our heads.
Laugh, play pool,
yell out loud.

He looks at me as if I glow,
Yet has no idea what thoughts I behold.
My story, my day, my curse.
He's never asked how to make it better,
Or how to not make it worse.
And neither do I,
Afraid I'll commit to these words.

He appears rather suddenly,
And will take me in his arms
When I glow too much,
Or my laughter grows loud.

And my waist feels small,
Like a tiny little twig
to be snapped when
It all finally dawns‐

That their complements,
"I like her [for you]!
She's tall and pretty
And built like a sister."

"Join us at Blue's!
She's so sweet and
She'll show me new tunes!
And maybe you can get him
To finally come, too."

It all falls on numbed eardrums.
I feel the vibration,
But never the sweetness of its sound.

And maybe it slipped,
"He will.
They all do."
And still I am blue.

And who is he?
Just a married man,
Who wanted to dance,
And wanted my hand.

He, like the rest,
Sought out my wisdom.
Torn advice
From feux therapist's eyes.

He couldn't hold back.
He couldn't refrain.
With need to inform me,
How my beauty's to blame.

And what of him?
He was a moth to a flame.
He danced in place.
New to town,
Gone in a day.

In his celebration,
He wanted a kiss.
So on his nose,
I placed my lips.

In return,
He gave me emeralds,
Green like envy
Of days gone and decayed.

And the more I seemed to glow,
The darker I became.
Playing along with their game.

I grew tired...
Still,
So I ran to a friend.
Two were in the room,
But it was she
who I met in the end.

And she took me outside
To breathe and to dance,
And pulled at my hair
To rip out the thoughts
I had trapped in my head.

That maybe I was alone
And forever will be,
Dripping in blues and
Consumed by my greens.
Needing a friend.
Needing, indeed.

12/17/21