I'm over you but why do I continue to find you under me at night

They told me nice guys finish last
It's must be true
Can't find the starting line to find my way to you
You dont seem to mind it's almost sick
I often wonder what makes you tic
Mind games like board games call it sorry
Apologizing but doing it anyway but are we?
Sorry...not sorry

I'm trying.
But do you even notice?
I'm dying.
But would you even care?
I'm lost.
But you won't ever find me.
I'm breaking.
And I long for your repair.

I'm fading.
Did you ever even see me?
I'm screaming.
But I know you'll never hear.
I'm falling.                
Are you ever gonna catch me?  
I'm gone.                                
But you never saw me there.

Slowly I unravel/The thorns of this life
Picking at the threads/Of my soul
Who will sow me back together/In the end?

Be mindful of your words,
do your part.
Remember all of this
is expression of ones heart...
The ego has a way of tainting
even the most beautiful art...


One man's trash is
another Woman's treasure!

ILYSF

She sleeps with her arms cradling her body,
holding herself together as she lay.
Afraid she will come apart while her eyes are closed.

If you rip her open, a quilt of leftover pieces.
Pieces placed and abandoned.
Find a spot between the ribs where her heart used to be,
patch in your lies and your empty words.

Perhaps her frayed seams will finally split.
Tugging at the binding of her forearm and hand, she digs for proof.

She wishes to peel off every inch of skin sewn onto her bones,
to create a new canvas free of rips and tattered edges.