I've moved away, yet you still have hold of me.
I've left you behind, but you've sunk your claws into me.
No matter what you always find some way to burrow back into my thoughts.
******* though.
I am my own person.

Everyday brings new choices,
Decisions that I must make.

Life's been kind of spinning,
Looking to see where it will break.

Being just one person,
One body,
It's been hard.
We've been through alot.
No one knows what those things are.

The ones that do,
We hold close to our hearts.

The hardest decision?
That they're not worth the pain.
That they don't care about the pain,
The pain they've caused.
They don't even know that it exists.
One day they will.
And we don't have to be there.

That's all I need.
One minute.
You don't have to speak.
Just listen?

I
Miss
You.
I know,
It's my fault.

Anger and frustration
Pushed me,
It stole my passion.
I look at it in a different light.

I fell apart a little,
We picked up the pieces.

I wouldn't change it, at all.

My dearest, thank you.
You helped me, more than anything.
I love you.

Long dirt roads,
Old red trucks.
Put the two together,
you get magic.

Just a short time ago,
we first spoke.
Not too long ago,
we exchanged names
A week or so after that,
numbers too.
Only 5 months ago,
I became yours,
you became mine.
My dearest,
*I love you. With all of my heart!

That sound, did you hear it?
A cracking, breaking noise.
It was there, I'm sure of it.

I heard it, as you walked away.
Did you hear it?
I'd be surprised if you had not.

Twas loud, like a crack of thunder.
Or the shattering of glass.
If you did not hear it, I'm surprised.

Left here, picking up the glass.
Creating all of these new scars, new cuts.
It will be alright, I'll survive.

Your box.
Tis' small and insignificant.
Once it was huge.
Didn't even fit on the shelves!

But now.
That box, your box, has shrunk.
You are the cause.
For leaving in my time of need.

You my dearest, you are done.

Looking out at the empty seats,
I see the faces that have taken them in past times.
In only a few hours those seats will be filled,
Filled with new faces.
Each face waiting for a mess up,
a foot out of place,
a word forgotten.

Those seats,
the row marked reserved,
the critics are coming tonight.
Fear,
Terror,
Horror,
Thoughts.
"What if I forget a line! A step!"

Practice,
Rehearsal,
Every movement is perfected.

Make-up on,
Not a hair out of place.
Prayer circle, check.
Chant, check.
Props in place, check.

Curtain call,
First position,
Cue music,
Curtains open,
Show starts.

It all flows together, so flawlessly.
"Why did I worry?"

Critiques come back,
Simple fixes to simple problems.

It's over, till tomorrow night.

Do you not see the pain?
You think I left because of the baby?
Did you not see the posts about your "best friend"?

I did.
You replaced me.
I was having troubles, and you left me in the dust.

All I have to say is,
********.

Really me?
A stalker...
Sure I mean
yea, I look for you!
I worry.

It's been nearly a month!
A month since
I read your words,
A month since you gave up!
I worry.

I've become addicted,
addicted to your words,
to your messages,
your texts.
I worry.

*maybe I am a stalker...