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You have so much of me.

Things I want back,

Things I meant to give,

Secrets, and Pain.

Love, and Hatred.

Admiration, and Disgust.


And yet,

I have nothing of you.

At least, not that I carry in my heart.

I do not regret this,

or maybe

I'm terrified to.


From a distance, your image is...

Obscured into clarity

and I've learned that not every Mirror

is accurate

And the cracked one's can Hurt you.
Sitting at home on a cold winters night
Bundled up under blankets with someone you love

Reading a good book or watching a movie

Sipping hot tea or cocoa as the rain or snow gently falls outside
Feeling safe inside

Smells of beef stew cooking on the stove remind one of home as a child

Hot bread baking in the oven
The warmth filling the kitchen

Warm sweaters of bright colors
Fleece lined jackets with mittens and gloves

All bring back feelings of home and comfort
 Jun 2021 MellowMomo
grumpy thumb
Words set sail from the bay of her mouth
Traveling distance on waves meant for somewhere else
but they crashed upon his shore
and cast him away
She was oblivious to this.
later in a quiet cove
far from others
her concern asked of his silence.
How could he tell her he caught sight of her course?
A lie.
I'm fine,
had too much wine and such.
They drifted apart soon after.
That was years ago
 Jun 2021 MellowMomo
Anne
i'll get you.
see how your eyelashes look
under autumn sunsets.
keep your hand warm
inside my pocket,
always a welcomed guest
within my jacket.

orange painted seeds.
my love we'll grow
into something beautiful.
pretty pretty pretty.
how you make me grin,
giddy like a little girl.

pumpkin flavoured bliss.
i can taste the spice already.
but first,
sour daisies graze my calves.
your eyes blink beyond seasons,
beyond time and leaf colours.

i recall those valentine sniffles,
wet boots on your dorm room floor.
red gloves i lent you
on our first date.

i love you more everyday.
yes,
even on the bad days.
you now exist past judgment,
'good' and 'bad' are just words.

still,
you are good.
even when he makes me mad i think of him so fondly. i miss him, but i'm seeing him next week :)
There was a time when I needed a good head upon my shoulders,
I needed to make a difficult decision,
one that would change my life forever.

I needed a councillor, I needed advice,
at that one time, alone, I chose the wrong path,
I chose blindly, and for that I still pay the price.

If only at that one time, I knew what was at stake
I would've screamed louder, I would've cried harder
for what I lost that day.

I lost years of existence, not moving an inch forward,
now I weep for what I am and for what I could've been,
if only I had seen what was so obvious for the rest.
 Jun 2021 MellowMomo
clmathew
Happy endings
written June 8th, 2021

I think about stories
with happy endings
that everyone recognizes
as appropriate and proper.

It is what people expect
resolution, the good guys win
happiness rules the day
the story is complete.

My life is a story
which I write in my poems
though I am not sure
what the ending will be.

I want to tell my story
with the ending unknown
I need for this
to be enough.
Strolling aimlessly in my cage everyday
Wake up in the same corner, sadness
were hopelessness is sitting, wrapping its arms around me
I always end up going back to that corner
Can you blame me? I'm captured like this
It's the only place where I find comfort in these dark days
I get up, not much space, each corner
has it's own sick ways of treating me
trying to pull me in, whisper lies
It ends up being the same everyday
When I get too tired of crying with sadness
I go to loneliness, but that's not a friend either
So I turn to the sons of worthlessness
telling myself today is different
but they beat me up, uppercut me every time
And then there's the fourth corner. I never go there myself
It's dark there, darker than any other corner of my prison
Darker and more scarier if you close your eyes
I wont say it's name, it's a monster without mercy
But sometimes the sons throws me over to it
And I don't know when it gets tired of having it's claws around me
suffocating me
laughing at my pain
making my body numb
everything gets so heavy
it's a combination of all the corners
I've heard about how it can destroy you
I can only sit and wait for it to get tired of playing around
with my head
 Feb 2020 MellowMomo
Lela
Right?
 Feb 2020 MellowMomo
Lela
I was so broken
So broken that I let myself believe
That the love you gave me
Or - the lack of it
Was what I deserved
That it's supposed to be like this
Because love always hurts

Right?
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