Sorry

I’m sorry I didn’t take care of your heart the way I should have,
I took advantage of you.
I abused your love.
I was wrong for selfishly having you stay with me.
I made you look like a fool and I didn’t care; at the time.
I’m sorry for making you carry that pain subconsciously
with you all this time.
I blamed you for everything and put pressure on you when
I should have been more patient and gentle for us.
you’ve taught me how sacred true love is
and
I was reckless with yours.
I’m sorry for every time that I looked into your beautiful eyes,
I told you lies.
I’m sorry for wasting your time.
I’m sorry if these words aren’t enough for the damage that I caused.
If it makes a difference
I love you and,
I will always be here for you.

it's much easier to push people away
before they get the chance to do the same to you

You gave me a guitar string heart.
Every word you played me with reverberated in my chest
making me feel like I was something worth listening to.
As though I had the power
to drop the crescendo of your eyes,
to mine,
and love you to the beat of your favourite everything.
I was wrong.
Now all that's left is an out-of-tune guitar
that hasn't been played in two years.

You’ve stuck with me
through thick and thin
just like a tick,
you’re under my skin.

© Matthew Harlovic

I'm finnally happy
I have been sad for so long
It took a long time  to get
Where I am
I don't think it will last very long
But it is just a good start I have been sad
For so long I just did not know how real happiness felt
And know I know it is real

Twelve Haikus on Summer

(1)
Sing with the siren,
She is no alarm at all,
Concede to the lark.

(2)
Summer hails all birds,
Perching on a threshold, Swift,
Enhancing my spark.

(3)
The heat calls within,
Ambit of my tolerance,
Summer breathes her call.

(4)
Stay awhile, do not stray,
I plead for your reluctance,
To fall into fall.

(5)
Once In four seasons,
Ringing bells and chimes of smiles,
Basking in your groove.

(6)
June, July, August,
Whereupon my mind dissolves,
Awakenings swirl.

(7)
A voice of reason,
The Sun teasing your season,
Dazzles my spirit.

(8)
Bountiful in hues,
My healing begins to sway,
As your fields unfold.

(9)
Painting my skin gold,
Your pallet of warm waters,
Brushing my summer.

(10)
Swimming in your seas,
Dappling, surging, conversing,
Writing, riding on.



(11)
Sorting out my thoughts,
In your seasonal binge, caught,
Questioning autumn.

(12)
Your heaven unfolds,
Surpassing the best in all,
Scenes catching your sheen.


By Rekha Ramani
(July 2016)
-copyright 2016-

do you love me or
we just playin?
write it out on
my skin.
tell me bout your
nightmares,
tell me how the cold winter
makes you feel
tell me if you love me
and baby please tell
me now before
you find someone
who adores you
so much that
you get sick
when she's gone.
tell me now before
everything changes
and i start bangin
my head against steel beams
and screaming in my sleep
all because you ain't
around no more.

-*z. vega