it bothers me that I can't read a book,
my mind won't let me go there.
love it's cover,
it's pages,
the promise.

There are so many...

the lies told to us...

as children.

everything works out for the best.

you have a great personality.

your not fat, you are just "big *****"

everything will look better in the morning.

of course there is a Santa Claus, Easter Bunny, Tooth Fairy

you can do and be whatever you want to be.

most people are nice.

it was meant to be.

you are so pretty.

i'll call you sometime.

you have your whole life ahead of you.

you are so handsome.

it's not if you win or lose, it's how you play the game.

Why don't they just tell us the truth?

Today I said goodbye to you, as you were running away.
A result of many betrayals, lies, and secrets you keep.
I couldn't let you shove and push me, and swear.

If only I knew how to help you. If only I could brush my
little boy's blonde hair away from his eyes and kiss the top
of his forehead, again.

You will leave me with this little girl ,she so sweet, so innocent.
She will need her Daddy and I can't be that. Why won't you?
In your wake, ruined lives, broken hearts and pain.

There will be no Christmas this year. No trees, songs or warmth.
Small drops of blood in the snow.
All is calm, all is bright.

My coffee is cold from sitting, as I stare.
A windowless night, streaks of white and red tail lights.
The cars drive by.

She will be here soon.
Entrance to the world.
We are waiting, to greet her, meet her, care for her, love her.

Not long ago, we waited for him.
Wide eyed, pure joy.
Someone stole the clock. Forced time forward.

It is the edge of November.