Eisele Cunningham

Monday Mornings

Every Time you Look at Him

It’s time spent not looking at me

Not seeing me 

Thinking of me 

And all that I have for you 

Every time you step away 

You distance us 

And I do so loath the space between

Myself and where you go

Are you Alone

Could I trust you to tell me if you were with someone else

With him

Every time I’m alone 

With you 

I feel the egg shells 

Is it wise to talk

I’m afraid to move


Every time you look at him 

It’s time I spend looking at you 

Seeing you 

Thinking of him

And all you want from him, but he won’t have for you 

Dear Weary, 

I never seen a body run so fast

From the truth it’s been expecting 

From sirens it’s already heard

You wanted something

Unsure if you should take it 

You’re in love 

And you refuse to fall

A friend has been there 

I have been there

You are there now 

No remedy better than acceptance

To carry you along

               Dear Weary,

                        What you’re feeling 

                              I have felt it too 

                                What you are afraid of

                                  I have been afraid of too. 


Outside My Imagination

Soft clouds

Firm mattress

A hint of pine on a pillowcase

Bare feet on cool hardwood flooring 

Sweetened Ice Tea on a summer day 

A smile in the morning

A laugh in the afternoon

Understanding conversation 

Comfortable silence too

Eyes that lock 

Focus lost 

A rose in bed beside me 

Tears for the right reason

Your sweetest kiss on my lips…

I wanna know what good love feels like. 



She will only speak to me during twilight

It’s just far enough from real

It is I that allows the wheel to keep spinning this way

                             She knows that I 

                                     Could never let her go…


is as old as God

Though the nature of God 

I’ll truly never see 

Still truth seems his twin identity

Just as sound 

Coming when you’re in need

So why am I certainly weary

It can’t 

It won’t 

Endure as much 

As long as he..

Perhaps that’s only my insecurity…

Note to self:

When you chase two rabbits, you catch niether. 

Rambling (No Regrets)

You live, you make choices and if you’ve paid attention, you learned. 


I couldn’t lie– I’d thought about it.

Dreamt of it.

Was forced to count my regrets because of it.

Longed for it,

Lusted after it– I felt I had lost my mind because of it.

Hated myself for falling for it!

But now,


I am away from it.

It’s been months–

Haven’t seen it,

I never speak of it.

I think I may actually be over it.

That, or it’s hidden somewhere deep inside…

My Mistake

I fell in love with a unicorn



Graceful and fair 

The love of my life was that unicorn 


Alighted with perfection 



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