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Angela Moreno Apr 2016
We take this ride in silence.
Not a word,
Not a cough,
Not a single glance.
I wonder why we go visit your mother
When it only ever upsets you,
And I know that for the next three days
I will only hear five or six words from you.
I wonder when this became us:
Sharing everything from bathroom to bed,
Yet as close to strangers as we could be.
I wonder when you stopped smiling,
And if I thought hard could I place a date.
My mind runs back to the day
I bought you that Lewis Carroll book.
You had tears in your eyes,
As you pressed the open pages to your chest
But I had never see you smile brighter.
I wonder why we never mention your father
And why you feel you have to fight so hard
For your mother's approval.
I wonder what happened that night
When you pushed me onto the bed
And started drowning me in cigarette kisses.
But the moment I placed my hands on your frail body
You pushed me away,
"I don't need your help,
I can undress myself."
I wonder what I did
That turned you into a widow
In a bride's body.
I wonder if this Jericho between us
Will ever shatter
If we yell loud enough.
And as we take this ride in silence,
Your body turned away from me,
Staring out the window,
Your eyes slowly closing,
I wonder how much longer we will last.
Angela Moreno Apr 2016
I saw the way you smiled at her
And in that moment I realized
That you and I will never be.
Not because you love her so
But because I would never allow it.
Your happiness is always first.
It is all that matters to me.
And in that moment it was clear,
She made you happier than I am ever capable of.
I watched her give you something that I can never give:
Joy upon your face.
All I have ever given you
Is my worry,
Paranoid apologies,
Desperate tears,
And the promise to love you unconditionally
Forever and ever.
But I can not make you happy
So you will never be mine.
Angela Moreno Apr 2016
I hate being with you.
Because I love being with you.
My heart leaps upon seeing you.
My stomach drops at your presence.
It is wonderfully foolish.
You give me peace,
You give me comfort.
You are my home in a strange place.
You make my smiles real,
And you taught me how to cry.
You make life worth living
And you are the only thing
That makes me fear death.
You are my best friend.
You are my whole world.
You are my only light.
You have my whole heart.
I love being with you.
But I hate being with you.
Because being beside you
Makes me remember
That you belong to her.
You will never be mine.
Being beside you,
I feel alive.
I feel love,
I feel tomorrow,
I feel miracles,
And I feel the universe.
But being beside you,
I feel pain.
And the world may crash around me
And burn me to my bones,
And still I will never feel truer pain
Than when I am beside you.
Beside you
Ready to give you my all,
But you oblivious and content
Because she already is your everything.
Angela Moreno Apr 2016
Oh you old man.
How could you love her,
A girl so young and beautiful??
Simple.
Because she is the sun.
She is life.
Her blushed cheeks are your mornings.
Her braids are your sanctuary.
Her spirit is your air.
They will tell you you don't belong,
You with the face of a troll
And she a goddess in grace.
But you know the truth.
You two were made for each other.
So hold her.
Cover up your ears and hold her.
Hold her close,
Hold her long,
Till death do you part.
Hold her.
Hold her and never let her go.
Angela Moreno Apr 2016
I see you.
I look at you, and I see you.
And it makes me angry
When she looks at you
That all she ever does is look.
She never sees.
She just looks at you.
She looks,
Completely unaware
Or simply unmindful
To the miracle of having
Earth's most beautiful being before her.
Fully knowing what I would give
To know it for a moment.
I am done asking her
If I can have you.
I have grown and selfish desire has left me.
I simply beg her to see you.
She can not see.
And she will never see.
She will only ever look.
Forever will she only look at a man
Whom she will never love
The way he should be loved.
The way he deserves to be loved.
The way he could be loved.
The way that I do.
Angela Moreno Apr 2016
You wanted something beautiful.
I wanted something hideous.
You wanted something light and flowery.
I wanted everything deep and heavy
Where at the very most
We could sit in soaking gardens
As the moths flew about us.
You wanted something lovely and normal.
I longed for us to be sick animals,
Near death, panting for breath
As we clutch each other in bed
Sinking in to an eternal sleep.
I wanted disease.
You wanted laughter and joy.
All I wanted was to weep together.
You hoped for sweet good nights,
Romantic love,
And a kiss with both the moon and the sun.
I ached for dirt beneath my nails,
Who is God?,
And the raw no touch of ***.
I destroyed something that could have been good.
I did not want good.
I wanted the yells, the bites, the fights--
Everything ugly.
Everything hideous.
How could you want so much beauty?
You promised you would never hurt me.
But that was all I wanted.
I wanted you to make me bleed,
And allow me five days to lick my wounds in the corner.
You wanted a fluffy tale out of a story book.
While I desired to be the tormented poet who wrote the books.
I hated everything you wanted.
You loved unconditionally.
You sought someone to make you whole,
Someone to complete you.
I wished to be broken,
Accepting of another,
So long as we were never anything more
Than two empty shells upon the beach,
Beside each other,
Yet hopeful and anxious to be swept away forever
By the cold black sea.
Angela Moreno Mar 2016
I am sorry that I can not love you.
I do not.
I am sorry that I can not pretend
Just to be with you.
For though I may not love you
I know what is fair.
And you deserve to be loved honestly
Not by someone who pretends
Just to appease you.
I am sorry that I can not want you
Despite how hard I try.
I search for what matters
And it is there
But I have no desire for it.
I am sorry I can not love you back
Though you have done everything right.
You are beautiful
And you have the kindest soul.
But I do not want you.
I do not love you.
I am sorry.
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