He walks in the room as though he were avenging the wrong she had done to him,
She whimpers as he strolls past her without giving one look in her direction.
What happened to the beautiful love they had shared?
Was it her apprehension from the beginning? His tendency to be overzealous?
Was it because he said "I love you" on their second date?
No.
The only wrong she had done was love him to no avail, even months after things turned sour.
She had such a hard time warming up to the idea of his presence in her life.
He courted her for decades, loved her for years, dated her for months, kissed her for weeks, and cried for days.
Quickly, they fell in love and let go of their inhibitions.
Few individuals are lucky enough to find the kind of love they shared; an unforgiving albatross of happiness.
He turned bitter faster than they fell in love and she stood by him, unwavering in her feelings.
Their stubborn personalities clash with each other.
They yearn for the light the other brought into life.
She still loves him.
He still loves her.
Will they ever realize?
Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 12:53 PM UTC
Flavor to the max
Omegas from the Flax.
These roads are twisty
I hope the sky gets misty.
My mother
told my brother
to eat the penny.
She whacked him with a mallet
and knocked the penny out of his palette
in the middle of June
while riding a balloon.
The sky was dark
But Gary's still a narc.
Bob ate my chowder,
so at him I threw powder.
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 10:22 AM UTC
I could swim in the sheets of my bed for days
Because the outside world is bitter.
And here, where I lay, I am left alone with my last memory of you.
I can feel you next to me
And it's like you never left.
The memory of our last encounter strikes.
You told me you loved me and I cried.
I cried because that moment was pure euphoria.
I cried because I love you.
You hugged me and retreated silently from our place of meeting.
I went home to find your things gone, and a small note with my name on it.
Your shaky hand writing caused me so much pain.
I can still hear your laughter,
and feel your kiss on my lips.
I still have the letter,
stored in the freezer for safe keeping.
I dream of you often,
wondering what your life is like now
and if you miss me.
Because I miss you like the sun misses the stars every morning.
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 10:16 AM UTC
I often wonder if you know the stars of my heart shine for you.
The golden trees shimmer as the sun sets gently underneath the horizon.
You pull on my heart strings much like that of your bass guitar.
There is an orchard in the meadow behind my house and seeing the drooping flowers, I am sorry I did not water them like Mother told me to
Your smile could illuminate New York during a black out, much like you illuminate my soul.
My past is a dark cloud that threatens rain, and I long for a day when an umbrella will not be a permanent accessory
The winter winds are frigid, but you roll past like a smooth, summer breeze.
I laugh away my misgiving when inside, they eat up my last bits of happiness
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 10:06 AM UTC
I opened the garage door with angst and conviction
My mother never approved of my infatuation for the boy in my math class
I need not her blessing for independence has been on my side since my father started playing hockey again
I got in my car and drove far away.
I hadn't a clue where to go, but the wind carried me into his arms.
The view from the tree was whimsical.
To the north, a bear ran naked but no one was outraged by the sight
I acquired my mother's jacket and threw it at the bee hive above me
Praying they were as nice as the Mormons
To the south, I saw my reflection in a pool of chicken eggs.
Frightened, I ran to the nearest cow and boarded
Together we sauntered into the future.
I saw my great grandmother telling me her pancakes were ready
I traveled to Idaho in search of syrup
Aunt Jamima always prevailed
I always preferred goat butter
It just tasted better
and we went on in the frigid weather.
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 9:49 AM UTC
Being in love with you is like enjoying a root canal.
But I can't walk away from the hope that
one day you'll realize
that I worship you like the stars worship the moon.
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 2:56 PM UTC
The sun shines down on our picnic of love.
The birds sing and the leaves tussle.
It is the most magnificent of days, only tainted by my own misgivings.
One day, you were here but now you feel so far away.
You show up on my doorstep with a bouquet of pink clouds,
and all I notice is the scent of regret on your skin.
I know this is wrong, but it feels so right.
Life has almost passed me by, and I beg you to not go with it.
Once again, though, you walk away and I am left to wonder.
When will it be our turn?
Will I ever be able to let you go?
No matter how long I ponder, I come full circle and the answer is "never.'
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 10:16 AM UTC
From where I stand, there is a kaleidoscopic view of the world.
My cousin always had something negative to say about my upbringings, my excessive scruples.
Life is an hourglass.
The scent of your tongue is a foul one and I cry because it reminds me of my brother.
The blood runs down my fingers, scared I run to the nearest lake.
Has anyone identified Victoria's secret?
The reindeer reign over me, because of this I know Santa is near.
The wind tells me stories of my father who lived in China until age 8 and I ponder if my love for sushi is hereditary.
The kitten meows until I give her milk. Little *****
My red moccasins are the reason I could not attend the wedding but I have no regrets.
Yet again, you enter my thoughts, and I throw you out like yesterdays trash.
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 10:09 AM UTC
Have I told you lately that I absolutely hate you?
I abhor the way you walk into a room like you own it,
and I can't stand the way you smile at me.
Your jokes aren't even funny in the slightest
and it pains me when you laugh.
I resent the way you flirt with me
and every other girl.
I despise the way you make me feel like I'm everything
then nothing.
Most of all, I hate that every little thing you do
makes me fall even more in love with you.
Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 10:13 AM UTC
WE AREN'T FRIENDS
STOP ACTING LIKE IT
I HATE YOUR STUPID HEAD
ITS TOO BIG FOR YOUR SHOULDERS
AND YOUR EGO COULDN'T EVEN FIT INSIDE
THE PALACE OF VERSAILLES
YOU'RE STUPID
AND KIND OF DUMB
AND YOU'RE NOT EVEN FUNNY
SO STOP TRYING
WE AREN'T FRIENDS
SO STOP ACTING LIKE IT
Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 10:05 AM UTC