word scrambled,
like poorly mixed eggs,
trying to follow a recipe
to fit my words together
but im a not a chef
i call myself a poet
but poetry gets hard
when you're trying to cook

So tall, old oak wood
So stronge, long roots in the ground
Some comfort he brings

Lost in a body that remembers
She can feel every touch
Unable to move an inch
For if she moved she'd loose to much
Content to stay frozen
With his memory on her lips
But restless to get moving
And travel many trips
She is frozen by the fear
Of moving on and letting go
Yet set in motion by the need
To do what freezes her so

Write me into the world
Leave me a mark on the shore
Carve me a heart in a tree
Paint me on all you can see
Read me aloud to those who'll listen
Sing me like your favorite song
Whistle my name into the wind
Shout until the mountains bend
Picture me as I was before
Remember me like a child's dream
Feel me beside you as you go
Hear the love I couldn't show

Put me down on your paper
Keep me up in your head
And when no one can hear you
Hold these words I have said

Thank you to everyone who liked and shared my poetry. It was nice to have a place to reach out but I feel I should go. I've been keeping more and more of my writing to myself, it is hard to be open when any emotions I let go leads to backlash. I'm probably going to leave my page up here and post some more things from the last few months but after tomorrow I'm not going to get back up here. This is a chapter I should of closed a long time ago.

One day:

One day you will not love me
The way you loved me
Once apon a yesterday

One day you will love her
And I will crumble
As my heart with you will stay

One day you will look back
And our love will be
But a sweet, memory

And that one day is the day
That my love for you
Will bloom into misery

Extention:

Today:

You do not love me
The way you loved me
Once apon a yesterday

Today you love her
And I love him
But with you half my heart stays

Today you look back
As if our love
Were just a bitter memory

And today I know
That all my love boomed
Was a tale of misery

I had forgotten how I loved you
And that is exactly what I had intended to do

And so as my payment I now can see
That you have elected to completely forget me