Day after day
And night after night
Waiting and hoping
And biding my time
I feel so glad
I am relieved
That finally
I can see
The mask
The face
The smile
So fake
And I am glad
To have
Escaped
I am free
I am me
And glad to be
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Fantasy
Sometimes we need a big knock over our heads to jolt us back to reality. Even if fantasy is more comforting. But the fantasy never becomes real, does it? And reality has its claws all over us. No escape.
Looking Up
Again
I feel your kiss
I savor your touch
I see your smile
I hear your voice
I taste your love
And then
I crave you
All over again
Whisper-Pink
Second-Hand
He sent through a poem
Better than I could ever write
About smiles and kisses
Butterflies and wings
Peace and dreams
Flying me to lands of love
The words I hungered to hear
The words I ached to feel
And then I saw
The lines were old
They were written not
For me, they were presented
Second-hand
https://movingtowardsthelight.com/2016/04/26/bleeding-words/
What should you do?
When your lover sends you a selfie. But gets it all wrong. And sends you a selfie of her instead. Unbuttoned.
Cutting Cords
Cutting the cords that bind
Cutting myself free
Cutting the magic moments
Our history
Nothing is left
The betrayal is too great
I love you
But it will never be
Splintered
Waiting
For a payoff that will never happen
For the jackpot that will never strike
For the love that will never be felt
For the friendship to be whole
When it is, and was always
Splintered
Please Rather
A kinder option
Would simply be
To pluck my heart
Right out my chest
Dice with a knife
Leaving a pool of
Warm gushing red
It will hurt far less
