Set Him Free

i lead him, hands intertwined, to the lake, tell him to drink, that he’ll be happy once more. but he won’t, self-hatred and self-destruction is as much an addiction, as pills washed down by dark liquor. addictions blur the already hazy lines, is this a craving or is this a need? will our hearts stop…

heartbreaking

you can make me cry you can break my heart what’s so special about that my heart breaks so easily it’s ridiculous you can make me cry so what anyone can you aren’t special   © quixotic mama 2018 see more of my art & writing over at quixotic mama the image is an original…

Ripple

It’s slow and quiet, so much so that I can hear your heart, feel the beats as though they were my own. We lay here, under the changing leaves and the cooling sun, just being together, eclipsing the other. Fall into me and breathe me in. Embrace the change and let the old fall away…

Lost in the Stars (looking up)

She’s watching, jotting down all her thoughts and dreams and absent minded trains… Waiting for the time when you ask her. That way, she’ll know what to say, how to say it and just the right way to sound. She hopes that you’ll approve, want to hear more and listen with intent. But she knows…

Poisonous Words

Sweet words envelope me, Caress the soft skin of my arms, Wrap like vices around my ribcage, Work their way down, down, down, Until all of me is inescapably all yours, Cocooning me into a hard shell, Sinking into my skin and deeper, And I wait for my wings to grow, But they don’t and…

Inconsequential

The night was monumentally quiet I suspect most beginnings are, I was looking out my bedroom window, Smoking a cigarette and looking at the stars, Trying to be beautifully mysterious, And you came to my window like I’d called, Backlit by the moon so I couldn’t see, See all your secrets and your intentions, You’re…

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…