There are people who read
All that I have to say
And have said nothing
In return
Like random gifts
Still waiting on their Thank you notes

There are people out there
Who have read my poems
That I have grown
From the shards of broken Love stories
Too numerous to count
Poems that to me are more
Than just words
They are memories
Taken out in the pale moonlight
And cried over in the privacy
Of my bedroom
They are wounds that have remained
Open , stubbornly refusing
To close and leave me alone
They are all the things
My voice refuses to acknowledge
In the harsh glare of the morning sunlight
When there are eyes that seem to stare
From every corner
Of my unwatched life.

There are people
Out there
Who have read my stories
And have presumed to understand me
Those who have told me that my stories
Are too complex, too painful
That it blinds their sight
They have laughed at them
Like they were some third rate joke
And they the sole listeners

And I shout back at them
That darkness you see is not sarcastic
This is not a satire on society and its more’s
These are my wounds and my bruises
These are the fracture lines of my soul
Laid open and bare and the slightest tug
Will unravel the break away puzzle
That is Me and my Life.

There are people who presume
That this pasted on smile
I carry with me is the truth
Of my existence
That it is not the best disguise I own
That inside I am breaking, breaking
Broken
Till I am nothing more than dust
And ashes
And unfulfilled sentences

There are people who assume
That I am here to fit
Into their twisted world view
That I make sense in their
Cookie cutter perfect lives
They cannot
They will not see
That I am damaged goods
That each sentence break
Is the point at which I broke
Each full stop has been bought
With the blood of my own
Damning uncertainty
That each question mark on paper
Haunts me in real life

I will write a poem
About a flower that grew
In the meadow of the greenest grass
And the brightest spring
I will write of all the beauty that fills
That glade in the summer winds
I will make it seem like
The most beautiful circumstance
And leave the world smiling inside
I will leave out in the ending though
About how I was that flower
And how I died….