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…

Flow

As the sun goes down rays of orange light filter through the crashing surf Curling waves glowing from within It’s gorgeous, magical, mesmerizing And maybe that’s what your love does for me Perhaps it fills me Works it’s way through the churning, swelling, rising, swirling Waves that are me Yes, your love flows through me…

Her and Me

I can’t be Who you want me to be I am not her I am only me I am not docile Can’t live on my knees Can’t humble myself Can’t beg pretty please Been slapped in the face Learned not to be weak Don’t lean on anyone Stand alone on my feet Can’t hold on…

A Little Different

Why do I want him so much? It almost doesn’t seem fair. Nor healthy. Nor normal. I imagine that other people go through their day-to-day buying groceries, walking the dog, painting pictures, texting their mom, watching Netflix, driving up the coast, checking the speedometer when they pass a cop, eating breakfast, reading the paper, mowing…

Just Dreams

Woke up rather lonely Roll over Sigh Cold sheets over there Pull the blankets tighter about my hips Wishing, longing for his arms His breath on my shoulder “….morning..” A kiss Sliding my body closer still to his own Resting Knowing I’m his and he’s mine And we’ve got Thousands more mornings Just like this…