I wrote some of my best poems
about you.
Now, everytime you
cross my mind,
I want to throw my pen,
across the room.

You must have decided,
it was time to get rid of me,
once and for all.
Dangled the hope of your
touch as the bait.
I fell for it so fast,
it was almost criminal.

You have free will
And what was it
You chose to do?
Emotionally mind ****
A woman who
Cared deeply about you.

I think you said
You liked me best
When I was obedient.
“Your good,
Little girl.”
You got mad at me
When I spoke out of line,
When my quiet
Passive ways
Began to become unfurled.

It’s almost like
You wanted me dead
You only came
Back to make sure
You walked off
With my head.

As you cut my Throat,
You told me
You’d have me again.
As long as I stayed
On my knees,
So you could
Live out your sins

Love is such a lie
Take my advice
And never pluck
From the same vine twice.

The beauty is deceptive
And will cost you your mind.
Piercing your skin
each and every time.

I want to start  
Relentlessly living,
Traveling the world,
With my dog and fat ***.
Finding people
Who pull out a chair,
offer what they have;
A seat at their table
Just for me
A seat at their table
Because I’m me.

Your silence was so deafening
it made my ears bleed
when it got too loud.

But now that I’ve
heard you again,
I see
it was only a self inflicted wound


I once saw you as a gentle man,
until your mouth and ego
popped their heads from the sand.

Oh, how I wish
you could take it all back
be as sweet
as I know you can.

The bronze boy
who held my mind
the only man
I could stand.

I wish you’d set
your bitterness aside
and learn
to enjoy this ride.

You’re far too precious
to be a victim
of your own pride.

They say be careful
what you wish for
you just might get it.

I’ve taken three trips
around the sun
wanting you.

This morning
You reached out.
Now I don’t know
what to do.

Do I let if flow
Free fall
As we go?
Hairs raised
Eyes alert,
Look out for
Upcoming hurt?

Stiff as board
Just say no,
Just let it go?
Stay focused
on me,
continue to grow
my own tree?

Oh I wish
I knew exactly
What to do.

To have a heart
that’s shared love
Is an awfully tough
Mountain to move.

I was once curiously asked:
"Why write poetry?
Does it pay the bills?"

I replied with a smile:
"It does far more than that -
it heals."