Isn't it wonderful:
the way you become
so enveloped
in a world
that isn't your own?
the way
people romanticize you
sitting on a park bench
trying to escape
from the life
you call yours?
the way your emotions
run wild
reading about adventures
you'll never have?
when you've become
so numb
to the world around you
because you've read
too much fiction
to know the difference
between reality and fantasy?

I am a used match.
I've been struck
and blown out
I've been used
and discarded
Someone tossed me away
without checking if
I had anything more
to give.
So here I am,
alone
hoping someone
will be desperate enough
to give me
another chance

His words so special
​just three little words
we grew as we drank in our poetry of our minds...

He told me he loves me
called me Angel,
made me fall in love
made me dream of the promises
of the tomorrows, the always of him ...

My darling dear, the nights were cold
my life was a three ring circus and then there was
the most amazing man, step through my life
and swept me away, with dreams of togetherness
and the forever mores...

Stuck on him, is my destiny
dreaming of love, and let me walk
through burning fires of hope ...

He told me he loves me
he called me Angel
and I am stuck on him
and his three little words.... I love you....

Debbie Brooks 2014