My heart is at the origin,
Yearning to follow the radius,
To pass the arc
On the circle of exploited feelings,
The circle in which he can't be found.

Heart-broken,
Down-trodden.
He's a thief,
She's a liar,
I'm a heretic,
But it still hurts.

I'm torn between love and disappointment.
Wanting solitude
And finally granted it.

Warm and sunny now
But still frigid in mountains
Choosing swim or ski.

Writing in pencil
Fear of mistakes and blunders
Finally scribbling in ballpoint.

Words in confidence
Met with silence or brief sounds
Noise of a listener.

Destination mind
Frustrated by journeying
Time to live positively.

Tennis scholarship
Mix of love of game with coin
Passion lost in season.

Summer sweat and laughs
Racket in hand, ball bouncing
Serving to future.

The point, comma, dot
Separating, ending, stop
Punctuation--final.

Useless helping hand
Without smiles, kind words, or love
Generosity.

As soon as I knew I was losing someone I loved--
Knew that things would never be the same--
I numbered the days
And made every one count.
I was there,
Laughing more,
Listening more,
Loving deeper than the time we had before.
Because making the most of the time you have
Makes the time afterward more bearable.

I should be running away from you.
I'm trying to stop caring and wanting
To know more,
Say more,
Listen.
You've been through a lot,
And maybe your mystery is what's sustaining these feelings--
How you've remained happy
After losing so much,
So many.

Everything you see
Must remind you of me.
I'm sorry that you struggle,
But I've moved past our troubles.
You're trying to rid every memory of me,
While I remember it all and regret nothing.

My lips are sore.
I didn't see what you had in store.
I'm standing up and heading toward the door,
But you pull me back for more.
I'm doing what's right but being ignored,
So you must not be the one I'm destined for.