Unprecedented
The pain I feel,
Sucker
Punched
With words of best intentions,
I love you, but,
But, but,
Three letters that sting,
Nails on a chalkboard,
A sudden fork in the road,
A hug, but,
A kiss, but,
But
And I still have these same four letters
For you.
Tag: unrequited love
Wound
August 11, 2017
My bandage has ripped off
And exposed the wound
I never let heal,
A wound that should
have long ago closed,
Exposed now to air
The hurt is fresh,
And I can see that it is there
I feel the sting,
And unwilling to repeat the past
I stare at it, aware,
And beckon it to close
Sorry.
November 28, 2016
I am sorry,
for my forthcoming,
for my audacity
At the wrong times
my delayed boldness
sometimes,
always,
gets the best of me.
When for me
answers are finally clear
I sometimes overlook the
Other 7.5 billion people here.
I am sorry.
I am not quite sure
what I had expected.
I did not mean to intrude.
There was a reason
I avoided
indulging
these thoughts,
hopes, memories.
I am sorry.
I respect,
As you did,
I do and will respect
as much for you.
Freeman,
I now know
how much is at stake
When sand slips
An entire decade away
I am sorry.
though before
what was written
still holds true.
I am sorry for my
selfishness.
You are a more noble man
Than I.
I am sorry.
May your hearts be full,
And love surrounding;
Healing,
Happiness,
Meaning,
Purpose,
Peace,
because.
One More
November 2016
For years I slowly shut myself down
I learned to cope
the only way I knew how,
A true scorpion child
my protection from pain
is to sting,
At the cause
At the pain
Until numb,
Paralysis sets in
Seeming cool, callused,
From only my eyes hint at within.
Irreplaceable.
But somehow I replaced.
And convinced myself,
I hurt myself to set you free,
Wherever, whatever,
You needed,
I wanted that for you.
How gifted writers,
Can speak volumes
with silence,
and mute with small talk.
The space between,
afraid, so afraid,
of feelings that remained.
Wondering what just one more
kiss,
One more
talk,
One more
game,
One more
cup,
one more
ride,
one more…
Enigma
July 3, 2017
Rose petals and thorns
An alluring enigma
She loves on, in vain
Haunted
July 21, 2017
She is a ghost
A memory
A thought that pulls
And she haunts
But not by choice
For she is haunted too
By this existence
Of loss
Because guilt
Made a ghost of her
Where something created
Was more
Than he thought
himself worth
She of Letters 