Eyes wide shut is the feeling I have.
I blink several times b’cos my vision is blurred,
I take a second look to find you still standing there.
How can this be?
What sorcery’s this?
This must be a trick,
For my mind knows the truth my eyes won’t tell and the lies my heart yearns to believe.
You see, it’s the way
the image I see tends to sway lightly and you seem surreal with the ray of the sun piercing the window screen.
Come what may,
It’s a game you play,
Ripping the control I have you toy with the emotions I try to keep at bay.
I may be giddy and feeling gay,
But it must come to an end this foreplay,
Because its nothing but a fantasy
A mirage of my desires
It’s not a dream for I am wide awake.
I try to write,
Write the words in my heart
Put my feelings to words.
Every time I try,
I come up short.
You hurt me
So many broken words my pen cannot make them whole.
They’re there in the air floating through my breath
I reach for them and they evaporate.
I see them in the water
Drowning in my tears
I dive in only to choke on them.
They’re smudged and stained.
Broken and scattered.
I try to write but my fingers cramp with the effort.
I try to speak but my voice won’t pass the words lodged in my throat.
These words are all I have but even they won’t do.
I wrapped them around you like a blanket.
These words were our cocoon
But these words won’t do any more
These words are no longer enough
You hurt me and took the words away
What can we say to make it better? Sorry……. Sorry?
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Never was one for relationships
Avoided them like the plague
The mere suggestion of that bind made me wary
I daintily sidestepped all offers and gift wrapped all proposals and propositions back to the unsuited suitors
I laughed in the face of the visionary who saw a revelation of me being theirs with no prior contact or friendship (the audacity of some people is baffling and their confidence mind boggling).
You and I, happily ever after was a tale never written.
More of a disaster than anything.
To think that I would play little women good wives with you is as farfetched as you hiking Everest in a day.
No sir this was never meant to be and your happy ending never made it here.
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My supply of creativity is emptying
You kissed me, sucked my words away.
It tingled as it left my fingers and sizzled with the loss in contact.
It licked through my pores and escaped through my mouth as I said the words back.
Dumb as a lamppost as I stand gazing at you with stars in my eyes
And the old me drooping through my lips and sense hanging out my dropped jaw.
I saw her you know; Sensibility
As she mournfully left me
A cold draft of air,
Many a shivers and the hold of doubts as they stare me down
questioning my sanity as I gaze at you with the moon on my lids.
You touch me and Mr. Doubt couldn’t run fast enough.
And warmth that swamped me to heal the frost resident on all vital organs.
You caught me
Broke my fall and wrapped me in your warm embrace.
Your lips are sore from kissing my tears away
Your arms cramped from hugging me in your embrace.
I am never at a loss for what to say
yet you leave me speechless.
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