Have you ever loved someone youd do anything.
You treat them well and everything they do destroys you
You love them but they dont love themself
Give it your all trying to do right by their side
You want to reach out by theyll reject you like if they are so righteous
All you ever did wrong was care and want their companionship

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There is this way, she
puts on her silk robe
over her negligee.

In the mirror, watching,
each hand grasps
one edge of the robe.

She opens the robe
full and wide,
as if the robe was the
frame of a painting,
the painting,
her silken-clad body.

Then quickly, speedily,
pulls one side
tight over her body,
pauses for hesitation,
for inspection,
and quick again,
pulls the other side,
tight too.

She slides the covered arm
out from underneath the robe,
and with one hand only,
the robe is kept closed,
closed tight by one hand,
but not tied.

She performs
this pantomime,
this invitation,
her pirouette
many times a day,
especially when
I am watching
her watching herself
in the mirror.

For my hand is the
key, the unlocking device,
that not only pulls open,
but pulls apart the robe,
as she truly desired.

My two hands
slide from her waist,
to the back of her thighs,
and I lift her up,
up against the wall.

She spears her arms wide,
first out, then up,
suddenly leaning forward
sliding down and I catch her,
burying her face in my neck,
holding her under her arms
we dance  to a place
where there is no space,

where there is no space
between our bodies,
between our selves.

Our pas de deux
is our solo.

I tried to make him right for me,
see I believe in fairy tales and happy endings.
Maybe my Prince just needed a little nudge.
So i got all the wrong things about him,
and tied them up with a neat bow.

I was busy searching for love,
instead of waiting for it to come find me.
That was probably cupid I passed on the street,
I rushed by too fast for his arrow.
I played matchmaker for my lonely heart,
Got it all torn up in pieces.

I deluded myself into thinking I couldn't breathe,
I counted the seconds waiting for my heart to stop.
But it pumped on and on so slow,
It hummed to the sound of your name on my lips.
The name, that would make my heart skip a beat.
But now it just filled me with resolve to leave.
See I wasn't gonna cry another day over you.
Wasn't gonna die cause I couldn't have you.
I was going to learn to live.

I could have been with Mr. Right,
Instead I lay in bed alone, crying to the night.
Where did I go wrong? I tried to change him.
But he didn't want to be saved, he knew what it was.
A good time that I coated with love,
A relationship where he felt trapped.
See he was a free spirit and I the hunter,
I trapped him and tried to make him mine.

So am back to the point where it all began.
Finding my heart and starting it again.
I want to be the girl that makes someone stop,
the one you've been waiting for all your life.
No more Mr. Almost right for me,
Or Mr. Close enough to right.
I'm gonna wait for you, I know you're looking for me.

In conclusion

in between a busy life living,
I write.
to nite, in the early morning night,
for the first time in a long time,
I put myself on the shelf, and just read,
I read.

in conclusion came to me
after two hours of loving your written word,
that I am temerity, audaciousness 100 proof 
to think that I am worthy
of  sharing this space with you.
I am ashamed that I ever called myself
poet.