There was always something
about catch and release fishing
that seemed pointless and empty to me.
And even as a child,
I always connected
with the tragic, broken-hearted heroines
in all my favorite novels.
Who knew it was premonition.
There are things I'll never understand
about life and men and love.
Why stop to pet a stray,
if you'll just leave it at the pound?

You can smell it on my breath.
Say you care,
but no you don't.
Actions speak much louder,
and your words go up in smoke.

Something I thought,
and drunkenly wrote,
hanging onto my last breath.
The last moment between loving you,
and learning to hate you.

In the wake
of your words,
the embers burn.
Feelings, thoughts, my ideas of you
smolder all around.
And I'll toss your ashes to the wind.
Maybe you'll
resurface again.

You think I am the weaker ***.
You mock my "womanly" feelings.
But secretly, I laugh.
It's so obvious I am stronger.
When I possess the ability to love you,
despite your blatant foolishness.

You once told me
that your favorite part of me staying over,
was how your pillows smelled like my hair
after I was gone.
I thought that was funny;
Because when I got home,
before I washed it,
I'd smell my hair.
In it were wisps of you.

Soft emerald bed,
my head's in the sky.
Or is it the sky that's in my head?
Either way,these thoughts have long been beaten dead.
And no matter how hard I try,
I'll never find you outside my mind.
You should've apologized,
and I'm sorry.