If you hate me
          Or
You like me
       Both are
In my favour
Because.
If you like me
I'm in your heart
If you hate me
I'm in your mind.

I was loved but never cared for
I was adored but never maintained by
I was touched but never really played

And when his love has moved on to another
What once was adored, now left in the corner
Can I ever play a melody, how I wonder

After what seemed a thousand centuries
Ages that never came to end
Reason beated sentiment
My will is strong again

Recovering from my damnation
After months of infinite pain
My power to let go
Finally made its effect

In my heart, I knew it all along
I did not know when, or how
But the end of it was coming
It was happening after all

Finally the day has come to say
Goodbye, silly heartbreak fool
We won't meet again
You're no longer in the spotlight
And you won't be again
I speak directly to you and this time I'm not flying
Every bit of my dignity is firmly standing

Give me peace in mind
To prepare for newer days

Give me a little challenge
Not to change,
But strengthen ways

Give me some respect
And I'll return you the favour

Give me a little time
And one day I will no longer
Hate her

But I everything I ask,
as simple as it may be

It will never be handed over
Because nothing is for free

When I have next to nothing
You won't hear me complain

I help others, praying
Others will soon do the same

This world unkind
Yet we write our own destiny

So I keep my strong smile
Because happiness is ahead of me

I never witnessed a kiss
a holding of hands
arms around shoulders

I never experienced
a Mother and Father
in unity

I suffered lack of sight
and suffered deeply
a wounding

Some poets here
namely true orphans
I give this poem to.

Cellophane mounts,
Where the sacred forbids,
     And my ribs ache a little,
     And the sofa’s rotten,
Come the morning you weren’t here.

Laundry molds,
When the dishes welcome roach,
     And my tongue’s among dry,
     And my ankle’s gone numb,
Come the morning you weren’t here.

The music’s somewhere else,
Where the air’s more stale than before,
     And my finger’s twitch a’call,
     And my ears cry before the baby,
Come the morning you weren’t here.

Plaster cakes the floor,
When the door knocks certain death,
     And my bones start to bare,
     And my shoulder’s poking through,
Come the morning you weren’t here.

Green becomes a the fridge,
Where night’s now alter years,
     And my side starts to burn,
     And my lungs whimper when eased,
Come the morning you weren’t here.

But I am. Oh Lord! I am! And near ends
When the state sucker-punched,
     And I know you feel the same
     And our son feels the same,
Come the dawn prior day we’d fled.

i loved how nothing ever bothered you
i loved that nothing ever mattered
until i realized that meant me too
then all my dreams were shattered

i loved how you talked so loud
i loved how you spoke the truth
until you used me for your own needs
then you stole away my youth

i loved that you smiled sweetly
i loved that you sang my name
until everything i had was gone
then i noticed your little game

white caps, near her shore
nothing more--those and voices
in the breaking waves

she alone hears,
as code deciphered,
their scribe, she is

faithful to the crashing
rhythm, in which she reads
the dance of the dead  

countless fishes' swishes,  
harpooned whales’ wailing, myriad men
mourning, as vessels foundered

white caps, waves, sand
symphony she alone hears, sees, smells
and understands as dirge

Love,  be gentle and kind,
take that rusty gun from under
my pillow and shoot me twice
in the heart so I can feel the hurt
from the first time and the pain
from the second again;
but don't bury me in the dirt
beneath your bare feet,
just burn me like the memory
of your brown soles I saw
running away, oh, so long
a time ago, I can't even remember.