Of, For and To

I have always been writing of,
For,
And to you,
With different
Character names,
Never even knowing it,
Or that you even existed.

Exposé

July 20, 2017

I make myself bare,
Expose my soul,
Hoping he will see,
Will care,
Perhaps,
As he once did

I teeter,
Foolheartily,
Walking on a line
Of sanity

I weave my heartstrings
And hang my tapestry,
Aware,
indifferent
that the world can see.

He asked her
Not to love him,
And not to analyze him,
Then laid a labyrinth
At her feet

Twists and turns
She can’t
Help herself;
But wants to
Trace it’s path
A game
She is not strong enough
Not to play