It's called taking
and you excel at it
steal whatever you are given
a smile, an embrace,
a dropped penny, button
or smooth-edged stone
pluck it up.
Then slip back
into the shadows
borrow darkness
and wrap it around your shoulders
like a cloak
you'll never return.

yes, it's monotony
there is no thrill
of the chase, no
late night call
that makes you feel
wanted (then used).
Oh, husband,
wherefore art thou?
In the next room
perhaps cooking
my fvaourite meal.

My husband
treats me so good
I take it for granted.

I call him babylove
because
his skin is so soft
it reminds me of weeping
at your tiny feet
I call him babylove
because
he wakes me in the night
and interrupts my dreaming
I call him babylove
because he keeps growing and changing
right before my eyes
I call you babylove
because
you take and take
and still I give you more.

Look me in the eye
Tell me that somewhere beneath the bone
Your heart beats only for me.

Tell me you love me
and let me love you for it.

the alarm tugged me from my dreams
and i wept
for what could have been.

I woke up from a nightmare
I could not stand to keep
to myself

you were stretched across the couch
coffee going cold on the table
a half finished cigarette
still burning

you wrapped me up
in kind words that
I could not bare
to hear

whispered into my ear
"one day we will go wandering
and this tiny house will overspill
with dreams'

you are not your memories, darling
you are not the bad things
that have been done to you
you are a fierce flame
that warms my heart

forget them, my love
they are nothing
and you, and you
are everything

I am scared of time passing,
of becoming my future self.
Not being able to distinguish her from my present self.