The girl i loved left me just the other day. My visions and dreams have all been taken away. Leaving me with grief and sorrow to bear. Life ain’t easy and love isn’t fair.
My tears are falling like the rain
Clouding my visions of tomorrow
Darkened skies add to the pain
No I’ll never love again
If i could only stop the rain
The warmth, I welcome after winter’s chill
captured in letters where large tears have dried.
From one I thought for good, even for ill
I’d marry come the shadows of July.
Rare was her beauty, yet her greatest gift
was her keen wit and a splendid style
in her dress and dance, ‘twas almost as if
the gods looked down upon her just to smile.
I was envied by many close dear friends
save one who circled us with much intrigue.
Used lies and gossip to put a sad end
to lovers he both envied and deceived.
Worse, it seems she will keep that wedding day
with he, I called friend, who stole her away.
Uneasy with the thought that you have left
evidence of your return I am without
no calls or message at all, except
the echo silence makes with each new doubt.
A prison I might call these empty rooms
bereft of one who lived inside its doors
and left me prisoner under a pale moon
like us eclipsed by all that we ignored.
Ask anything and I will take to task
to undo or repair what made you leave.
I sit here with tears and an empty flask
not sure of what I have or truly need
The sadness of not knowing’s difficult
lack of parting words- the final insult.
The vase of glass
Eventually could have broken
Anytime.
It’s OK, if it broke now and here!
It’s OK, if it couldn’t be
Put together and saved,
As Flowers so loved
Would still be there.
Pointed, sharp and deadly
Pieces of glass would surely splinter
It wouldn’t, however,
Shade the alluring vibrance
It wouldn’t even
Dent the charming fragrance,
Of the flowers withstood to dare!
I’m falling apart
The thread is ripping at the seams
I go to you like you can fix me
Tailor girl, sew me back to the way I was
You keep unthreading and un-sewing me further
I’m just waiting for you to sew my edges back together
Hearing you say it has to get worse before it can better
But you gave up before you could fix me
Before we could work well together
Leaving me to find help in others and sew myself back together
A little misshapen and a little less naive
No longer who I used to be and knowing you’re not either
You define heartbreak
muss and all things mingy
required in this rigmarole.
You limn for me love
its rites and residues.
Unclaimed you abide
in a dead part of me.
You will last longer than me.
You live in my lines.
ALONE BY FAULT
AN OPEN WOUND
UNHEALED DIRTY
FILLED WITH SALT
JUST WAITING WANTING
FORSAKEN ALONE
WANDERING SEARCHING
A PLACE, HOME
COLD, SCARED
SCARRED
BUT YEARNING
HEART WAITING, BARRED
ADDICTED I THINK
MISSING THE PAIN
MY HEART MY SLEEVE
THE BLOOD THE STAIN
A BARREN SHELL
COVERED IN SKIN
SELECTIVE PICKY
WHO I LET IN
BUT I MISS YOU
PAIN HEARTBREAK
YOU MUST BE SPECIAL
FOR MY FUTURE ACHE
