Happiness is finding someone to share your life with,
Sadness is realizing it's the wrong someone.

Happiness is having a partner,
Sadness is realizing you still have to do it all yourself.

Happiness is having passion in your heart,
Sadness is having no one who wants to share it with you.

Happiness is finding writing again,
Sadness is having no one in your life you love that truly reads it.

Happiness is having manners,
Sadness is worrying every minute of your life that you might offend someone,
until it sculpts your every waking action.

Happiness is having an epiphany,
Sadness is not knowing what to do about it.

Sadness is recognizing a problem in your life,
Happiness is having a plan to deal with it,
Sadness is knowing your probably cave in the end, like to always do.


© Misty Bishop-Martiss

If I found a way to disconnect my brain
Will that help me to forget what we were?

If I stab my eyes out
Will that help me to forget the love I saw in your eyes?

If I cut my nose off to spite my face
Will that help me forget the way you smell?

If I poke my at my ears until they bleed
Will that help me to erase the sounds of you telling me you loved me?


© Misty Bishop-Martiss

You put me in my place
With one paragraph
In one email
In the nicest way possible
With words I secretly wanted to hear anyway
There was a part of me didn't want to hear it
The part of me that needs something to pine for
The part of me that can't be happy
That has to play the reluctant heroine that sacrifices her happiness for the good of her kingdom.
Maybe now I can focus on how we are best together, as friends?


© Misty Bishop-Martiss

I talk a big game
About How I am not stuck on you
Yet, most everyone knows I am.

I talk a big game
About how I am going to stand up to her,
Yet it's more like slight raising from chair and then being seated again.

I talk a big game
About how I will tell you all of the things that I still feel for you,
Yet my words and courage remain paralyzed.

I talk a big game
About how I am not going to call text or email you anymore,
Yet my resolve fails me again and again.

I talk a big game
About how I am going to be my own person,
Yet, who in my life does not have ownership over my deeds?

I talk a big game
About how I will be a more decisive person
But I'm pretty sure I'm not.

I talk a big game
I'm going to do this and I'm going to accomplish that,
However, I'm just the queen of to do lists.

I talk a big game
About what I would do differently if I could go back in time,
But those claims are easy to make because The Doctor reminds me that I cannot cross my own time line.

I talk a big game
About what I want,
Yet, from day to day I don't even know for sure what that is.

I talk a big game
About what I want to do with and to you
Yet, when your skin touches mine,
I seem to become immobilized by your touch.

I talk a big game
About how we belong together
Yet, I'm terrified to tell you.

I talk a big game
About how you really know me,
But do you?

I talk a big game
We are meant to be
But there's so much about you I don't know.

I talk a big game
About how this poem is not for you,
Yet it has your name all over it.


© Misty Bishop-Martiss

I miss the idea of you.
I miss what we could have been
I miss what we should have been
I miss what we tried to be
I miss what we can never have
I miss texting movie quotes back and forth
I miss seeing you each night before work
I miss our secret Twitter conversations
But mostly, I miss the you that lives in my head.
I miss the you that talks to me when the real you doesn't respond.
I miss the you that I imagine laying down to sleep with while the real you is hundreds of miles away.
I miss the you that responds to all of my letters and texts.
I miss the you that writes me pen and paper letters weekly.
I miss all the things I imagine you are.
I miss all the things that I imagine that I am with you.
I miss the me that I think you see.
I miss all the the possibilities that I imagine come from you.
All the thing that will never be.
Sometimes it's safer to live with an imaginary image of someone than to put your real heart on the line.


© Misty Bishop-Martiss

I miss your face
I miss your smile
I miss how I feel in your amrs
I miss how you light up when I'm around
I miss how you really listen to me.
I miss us


© Misty Bishop-Martiss

I miss his strong arms
Holding me close, more than friends
I wish he loved me


© Misty Bishop-Martiss