Pathetic

Pathetically I masquerade as a happy woman Smiling, listening, responding. Just as pathetically I wait day after day for you For a word, perhaps three a sign, a show, a glimmer of hope. Realistically I appear to be a woman unconcerned Cold, unfeeling, aloof. Just as realistically I listen night after night to you Fighting…

Waiting

It’s only been a week and god how I miss him I miss his texts I miss his smile I miss what he does to my body How he could read me so easily How he slipped in between the cracks and the chinks of my armor How he read my mind and wrapped me…

Perfectly Imperfect

I didn’t give up on you No, I couldn’t just walk away You tried to hide your face from me And yet I stayed I stayed through the dark hours Through the hot glistening tears I stayed when laughter barked roughly Tearing from your throat Harsh reminders of harsher days I stayed when you had…

déjà vu

Today I feel naked and vulnerable and more than ever I wish I had his arms to lie in. I need him to carry me and speak sense into me and tell me I can be exposed before him. Everything feels like I’m on repeat. I’m sure I’ve done this before. Felt this pit in…

Crystal Prisms

My eyes shed crystal prisms of pain Drip drip dripping Ever down to where my heart once was Oh! free me from this agony How did I come to be in this place I listened, believed, hoped Wanted, desired Put everything, my everything, in Sucked out, torn Tossed and shattered Used, abused, quickly forgotten Never…

Burning Excuses

I wandered around in a fit of worry Wringing my hands Sighing and moaning Swiped my fingertips across my forehead This doesn’t make sense How can it be? There’s no explanation It couldn’t work out I see no viable ending Does he really know me? We’re too far apart What does he see? And on…

Lonely Shift

Not long ago, something shifted within me. The desire to write continually floods my soul, my fingers tingle with need. But…. the words I want to say, they seem to fall on deaf ears. Everything I write is shit. I start, stop, start again. Papers crumpled on the floor. It’s not for lack of trying….