My heart smashed
Against the floor
Silence shattered
As my soul was dragged
Through
Scattered
Splintered
Ruins
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I want my MIL
She died and I want her back. My beautiful mother-in-law who loved and accepted me, we had the most fantastic chats, and I had the best mother-in-law.
A husband is always good in his place, but sometimes a girl needs a mother-in-law.
My Biggest Remorse
In all our time together, our visits, our moments, our us and you and me and us, I never opened the door to greet you while naked in a bathrobe. Because being naked in a bathrobe would have been a great welcome and why I didn’t do that I don’t know. And I wish I could do it now, and you are at guns ‘n roses and I am wishing about bathrobes and nakedness and you and me. And it is over.
Whole
I open my arms and allow the wind to lift me off my feet and fly me to worlds of love and worlds free of pain and worlds of healing and in that moment I am loved and accepted and passionate and alive and good enough and healed and whole
Magic Moments
Someone New
Someone new
To light my fire
Someone new
To spark the flame
Someone new
To catch my eye
Someone new
To be a friend
To be a lover
To be a man
Someone new
Do you hear me?
Someone new
I call your name
Boredom
I’ll try and write my boredom away
For I am not seeing guns ‘n roses tonight
No rock concert for me no sirree
Just more of the same
More of these walls
And more of the
Wails
My life
Is passing me by
Bad Obsession
Forget my previous poem
No contact sucks
I want contact
And a heart that is loved
And new flesh fantasies
And new memories
And I want contact
Right here right now
With you
No Contact
A space to heal
Allows my heart
To bleed in private
My thoughts to roam unhindered
My flesh to fantasize from afar
My memory to remember
Why I sought no contact
In the first place
Picket Fence
