I open my bottle of red.
Watching how it splashes into my cup.
I'm memorized by the depth of the red.
Reminding me of all the blood I would have shed to keep you.

The drop drips down my glass and lands on my skin.
It's like the many tears cried for you but now red.
I savor the fruity but bitter note with each gulp.

It tastes like us.

As the bottle empties my body is now boiling, intoxicated with the thought of you.
The last drop enters my glass.
I find myself unsatisfied and wanting more, more of you.  
But I have to be strong and stop.

After all, it's just w(h)ine.

Why did you have to go and say that you wanted to be with me when you had no intention of doing that at all?

The way you looked at me and said things to me, I thought it was real. It was nothing but a ruse to perhaps get me to love you.

If your plan was always to walk away, there was no need to bring in your family.

I miss your touch but most I miss your smile. I miss your tender eyes looking at me in the morning.

I never minded your baggage. I looked at it as something we both could face.

When I expressed my fears you always reminded me that you would stand by me. How was i to know that this was all a lie?

This isn’t a poem but a lament from my heart. These are the words I wish I could say to you.

With each tear that falls I am reminded of my stupidity, of being naive for ever believing you.

Just the thought of you being with another tears my heart apart. I curse the day you crossed my path.

You’ve become nothing but a dagger in my mind and existence.

And I am nothing to you.

boom. bang. pow.
the sounds resonating from my inner thoughts.
louder than any cannon and stronger than any wind,
is the storm that is brewing in my mind.

they say my mind will settle in a week.
i never found this to be true.

get out.
stop tormenting the empty halls of my mind at night.
all this twisting and turning has made me tired.
sleep brings no rest to my constant spinning thoughts.
you left as easy as you came into my life.
do the same in my head.
the door is wide open for you to make the grand exit.
get out.

if things, people, experiences...go as easily as they came,
were they ever here, ever mine, ever real at all?

how will i know?

As my hands touch the ivory keys
of my beloved piano, the excitement,
and creativity begin to flow within me.
Each key played in tempo, not one note
missed.

The echo of each note played,
resounds throughout the whole house.
Making a gloomy spirit, rise and rejoice.
Feet begin to move, and claps are heard
now.

As I continue playing the classical
piece, my body sways with the beat.
My nimble fingers running up and down
the keyboard move so fast they can’t be
seen.

Like day turns into night, my song
comes to an end. The clapping,
and the moving feet come to a  My fingers relax and I stand and take a
bow.