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 Dec 2014 Melanie
Court
There's so much I wish I could say.
But every time I try to speak my tongue goes numb.
I don't know what you want or need or if I can even be enough,
But darling I will break my back trying to be what you need.
I don't know if this is real, but I know when you touched my spine I thought my whole body was going to erupt into flames.
I want to spend the days laughing with you and the nights crying with you.
I want you to meet my mom and realize why my dad's love came too late.
I want to tell my friends about you.
I want to sing The 1975 songs with you and dance around the living room at midnight.
I want to make angels sing on my couch.
I want you. All of you.
"You're something else"
Which man or woman hasn't been dumped
like a pile of garbage in a slump

It comes as a surprise; but, if we are honest -
we saw it coming, - just that -
with anything in life -
Denial rushes in ! - Full Force! -
to block the tunnel ("vision")

Hurt, bruised, mouth agape with speech-less fright
I'm loosing my soul-mate !
Oh my, what a night

Years were spent building this Fort
of love, trust, tears of delight

Then; as you look on...
the walls of your Fort come tumbling down!

Crying, mourning, bent, broken, your ears are ringing
with the sounds of those words you dread hearing!

"Babes, I'm moving on; It's not you; It's me;
You a good person - BUT " !

In tears of turmoil and inner rage
hanging on to your dignity becomes a chore

You pick your lips up off the floor
brace your feet
dry your tears -
cry no more

Accept their denial of your hard, founding love
Open the door - let them go ...
grieve, loose confidence, get depressed -

Because you loved them so ...
Deep poetry from tidbits of my life
 Dec 2014 Melanie
pam
Pen & Paper
 Dec 2014 Melanie
pam
Pen

Spells out my emotion
Helps me get through all my sorrow
Makes me realize there's still tomorrow
Its a symbol of my soul.
The strength when Im down.
And the voice when I cant speak.

Paper
Knows my story
The confident I never had
Paper is patient.
It never judges.

Pens and papers are always there, always.
- PD
 Dec 2014 Melanie
Robert Herrick
Here she lies, a pretty bud,
Lately made of flesh and blood:
Who as soon fell fast asleep
As her little eyes did peep.
Give her strewings, but not stir
The earth that lightly covers her.
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