How much I tried
To express myself
To you
Until
You
Are only left without
me
Trying to explain myself
To you
Ever again
Sometimes we realize after its too late that we made a mistake
I do not feel that way
About this and
I’m sorry
It’s too late
How much I tried
To express myself
To you
Until
You
Are only left without
me
Trying to explain myself
To you
Ever again
Sometimes we realize after its too late that we made a mistake
I do not feel that way
About this and
I’m sorry
It’s too late
I wish I could forget
Eject you from my brain
And heart
Erase my memory of you
Until you become somebody new
Or better yet you wonโt become anything at all
Itโs not fair that you can forget me
And I cannot ever forget you

Of all the things you choose to show
At a time when all i need was love
You didn’t
You showed rejection and a coldness
That I don’t think I was prepared for
And I don’t think you will be prepared for
After you see
What it has done to me
tonight.
lightning bolt eyes
star kissed smile
i haven’t been fooled
by that face in awhile
words dipped sweet
kissed sugar lips
I drown in a rush
of slippery slips
you comfort me
with a whisper of sweet nothings
you relax me to sleep before the kill
and make me feel it’s such a thrill
your touch
is the clutch
that tangles me
and strangles me
softly
hard
and hardly soft
I open my eyes
to realize
a moment
too late
then forever gone
and so am I.
murdered by love
or assisted suicide
either way
a perfect way to die.
I’m listening to Mothers Who Can’t Love by Susan Forward, Donna Frazier Glynn, narrated by Susan Forward, Kathleen Gati, Julia Whelan, Cherise Boothe, David Atlas on my Audible app. Try Audible and get it here: https://www.audible.com/pd?asin=B00EOXMXT0&source_code=ASSORAP0511160006
People
I donโt know
Places i shouldnโt be
The problem is me
I wanted you to listen
I wanted you to hear
I wanted you to care
But Youโre not here
And Iโm not there
I give up on me
Cause thatโs what everyone else has done
From his bed
I stare at him
His eyes closed and his face beautiful
It’s all so new
But I know that this is love
I won’t say the words to him yet
I won’t even say the words out loud
To myself
Because I’m enjoying the feel
Of this feeling I almost forgot was possible
But I know
This is love
Because of the way
He looks at me
The way he makes me feel
The way
I am and the way I want to be
It’s easy to love him
It’s easy to give him love
And I want to give him more
he appreciates it
He gives love back
He doesn’t make me feel bad or insecure
Like so many others do and have before
He makes me feel alive
I am born again
And all the hurt and pain of the past
Disappears when we touch
I know it’s love
Because I give him all I have
Without compromising myself
And I want to give him everything…
he gives
And expects nothing in return
He is kind and gentle
understanding and sweet
He makes me feel loved
And taken care of
Because he wants to
Oh the funny fuzzy fizzy feel
Excites every fiber of my being
In between kisses
And miles
And in between the sheets
He brings warmth
And laughter
And many smiles
I know it’s love
Even though it’s too new to say out loud
It’s love
Because he is
And I am
And we are
both
Together
Under the moonlight
In the sunshine
In the middle of all the crazy
Confusing World we live in
We are magic
like children are magic
Full of love and shining light
All over this very dark and lonely place
To the one who had my heart for so long
Iโm finally over you
And that makes me happy
inside and out
organized my closet
got rid of half my clothes
i never wore
mopped all the hardwood floors
made some art
made some crafts
made a mess just to clean it up again
made my bed
and now….
i don’t know
people are weird
it’s not just the coronavirus that’s making this way
it’s our times
people are very selfish
and disconnected
we didn’t need this pandemic to social distance…
we do it regardless
we just don’t see it
cause we’re out and about
and being very social
being social doesn’t equal intimacy
just like sex doesn’t
it makes me a little sad
but it is what it is
and i’m happy to have dodge a bullet again
i’m not one to settle
don’t think i’ll start now
and your place
somewhere new and go
Fake up your grace
and fake up your case
and grow up
your old egoย
Slow
But it’s all for show
it’s the only way you can go
it’s the only way you know
it’s the only way you know
this place is full of spies
filled with people fullย of lies
too many
pretend
to be
your friend
just to sell
you out
while they
cash in
in the end
You just can’t win
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