Poetry Fanatic

Poetry Fanatic Oct 2017

A broken smile shared with a stranger,
Tick, tick, tick.
A promise of a life spent together,
Tick, tick, tick.
A broken promise and shattered heart,
Tick, tick, tick.
A sunny day spent in the park,
Tick, tick, tick.
A long night of sorrow,
Tick, tick, tick.
A silent goodbye.
Tick...
Tick...
Tick...
All the moments just pass us by.
Our clock ticks down to its final zero.
Life will come, life will go.
In the end all of our clocks just stop ticking.
Tick
Tic
Ti
T
.

Poetry Fanatic Jul 2017

Promise me forever

With each passing day it gets harder and harder.
The promise of my future fades further and further away.
I don't know if I can keep pushing through, keep moving on, so promise me forever.
Promise me that the pain will stop.
Promise me the abuse will be over.
Promise me that in 8 short months I'll be free.
Promise me I have a forever, a home that I can call mine.
Promise me you'll forever love me for me.
Promise me that you'll protect me.
Promise that the dark nights full of tears won't pass in vein.
Promise me I'll be ok.
But I know you can't promise me a forever.
It's sad to say.
How long is forever anyway?
Not very long, not in this day and age.
So goodbye to my "forever"
I'll find you one day.

Poetry Fanatic Mar 2017

To the boy in the red pickup truck

Dearest M,
When you look in the mirror,
you may see a lost cause.
But when I look at you,
I see someone I love.
Someone I always have loved.
I don't believe you're a lost cause,
I believe you're a lesson.
A lesson that everyone needs to learn.
You taught me that despite your best efforts, life throws you curve *****.
You taught me that I'm strong,
strong enough to handle your rejection.
You taught me that I make my own way.
Because of you, the man I love,
I know I don't have to take anyone's ****,
that I'm better than my mistakes,
that even if I think I'm a lost cause,
I can be someone's inspiration.
So yes, a lost cause can be a good lesson.
I don't want to say goodbye,
but I feel like I have to.
You don't love me. You never will.
That's ok. I'm strong enough to to handle it.
Sincerely,
A
Ps. I know you're not longer the boy in the red pickup truck

Poetry Fanatic Jan 2017

You know.

Veni. Vidi. Amavi.

It's ok to be a heart breaker,
To hitchhike on love.
It's the only way to learn a lesson.
You're not my villain,
You're my lesson.
We all have our reasons,
and I know that.
I don't want you to love me.
I want you to love someone who
Will sharpen your mind,
Build your trust.
I am a lone Ranger.
Whether you agree or not.

We came. We saw. We loved.

Poetry Fanatic Dec 2016

My hardest choice.

Well ****.
                      It happened again.
          Our eyes met, my heart melted.
We spoke, and I fell in love all over again.
                  But none of it was real.
                  He didn't feel the same.
             It's been one too many times.
             I won't be hurt by you again.
                  So goodbye to the boy...
                with the red pickup truck.

Poetry Fanatic Dec 2016

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Well ****.
                      It happened again.
          Our eyes met, my heart melted.
We spoke, and I fell in love all over again.
                  But none of it was real.
                  He didn't feel the same.
             It's been one too many times.
             I won't be hurt by you again.
                  So goodbye to the boy...
                with the red pickup truck.

Dec 2016

Wordfreak

Needles to Knives

I've wandered that path,
And I beg you, please,
Go back.
Take the other path down the road.
Be stronger than I ever was.
Don't lock yourself down,
Once done it's almost irreversible.
Don't cause further damage.
Look at me.
I bear scars, bruises, broken bones.
All healed,
But none of them gone.
Needles, knives, razors,
I've even turned a boxcutter on myself.
A fishhook through the finger,
An exposed wire to the skin...
I've done it all.
And I tell you it's not worth it.
I'm going to tell you what no-one ever told me.
It gets better with hard work.
You're important.
You matter to a few people not pushed by pride.
Pain is not a release,
It is a bind.
A crutch.
Don't be like me.
You don't want to end up with shadows as your only friends,
And anger your only salvation.

Please, don't...I hope you realize who you are. I've been down that road...It doesn't get better with self infliction. I know.