beautiful lie ...
I love you.


and this


broken promise ...
I'll never leave.


                                           r.n
                                           X

C'est la belle vie
the words escape quietly from my lips
they float silently to the floor and settle there
the words are so quiet, so small
I can't be sure they ever really left my mouth
But there they are, sitting comfortably on the floor
They look up at me from below, questioning them self
I think about repeating them, maybe to reaffirm their meaning
but the sounds don't quite make it past my tongue
So I sit there in silence
with some fallen words
laying on the floor.

And oh, darling,
I am thankful because
I have such small hands
which can grab the pen and paper I need
to write down my untidy thoughts, like
the disarray my sheets lay in
because I didn't have the energy to make my bed this morning;
the depression comes in waves
which crash over my head and drag me down
and when I open my eyes again
I remember that I saw you in my sleep
Oh, lover, I saw you in my sleep.