Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
It's been four days since she hated me
Five nights since she cut me loose
I was angry, she had ditched me
But she was playing by her rules

My phone buzzed with her preset tone
"I'm home soon are you about x"
I don't like being all alone
But it's late to be going out

I found myself sat on her bed
Discussing how my text was wrong
How her drunken antics are in my head
I wasn't staying long

Yet although this girl is wrong for me
As I am wrong for her
She looks so **** angry
And something starts to stir

"friends can kiss" we kiss
"friends can touch" we touch
After a frantic hour of bliss
Doing stuff friends don't do much

I leave

Once again testing the boundaries of friendship.

On the road of true love is this just a dip?
I'll never forget those despairing eyes the very last time ours met
Washed away as my love was drained but that's not why her cheeks were wet
She knew it could not be the same, she knew our time had passed
On her lips, another's name, despoiled I stood aghast
How could a love so sweet ruin so quick
What was once thought everlasting, die without being sick
How could she be so reckless with a kinship deemed so hallow
Burdened with the weight of love on shoulders far too narrow
I begged her to share her woes, alas her tongue held fast
I bargained with a currency of joyous days gone past
Her mind was set, where plentiful lakes of passion once sprung from her heart
Lay a baron desolate wasteland, two extremes, poles apart
I had to close my eyes and curse the stars above
I couldn't watch her wash away in a flash flood of my love.
 Dec 2012 Kim Love
Denae Love
Innocent eyes search my face
Will she understand my plea?
Does she know how hard it is?
Can she teach what I can't yet see?

Little hands shooting up
Hoping for a "Job well done"
Eager to achieve and impress
Desperate to not be the foolish one

Innocent eyes search my face
Will she understand my plea?
Does she know how hard it is?
Can she learn what she can't yet see?

Little hands reaching up
Hoping to speak without speech
Eager to trust her to know what's best
Desperate for her to still teach

Overwhelmed by the eyes and hands
That trust so willingly
Overjoyed by the eyes and hands
That show me what I can be
As a recent teacher and new mother, I pray for those whose job it is to teach, protect, and love the children in their lives.  Today I mourn with those in Connecticut who sought to cover innocent eyes and hold little hands.  The children in my life make me realize what life is about.
 Dec 2012 Kim Love
CharlesC
Trace
 Dec 2012 Kim Love
CharlesC
where one stands
light moment confronting..
the encounter takes root
advice is to hesitate
right there..
the moment contains
pieces of necessity
these forever lost
by walking on..
Preserving the Trace...

— The End —