Chris and Abby
young loved together
a love like no other
akin to Annabel and her Lee
but two years down the line
they became history

Abby never stopped loving
him and his symphony.
lonely and heart broken
Abby grew cold
she learned to tell no lies
until that's all she became

years down the line
Abby still wonders
what became of her
long-lost lover

she remembers the innocent
way they spoke and
misses the constant company
he gave her

she remembers he loved
drinking Monster
and that for a while
he became that to her
- - -
heartbreak fades
and most of all
she wonders if
she'll ever have
the magic of her
first true love
again

i wish i could
remember fondly
all that i have
loved and lost
but i focus on the loss
and become scornful
biting my lips
and my arms
to keep my
silent screams
from being heard
by anyone
other than
the girl
in my head
- - -
she is no
friend of mine
but she stays
there sometimes

if i confide in you
i know that you will chide me
find blame in me
for what happened
that hurt me

so in time i learned
to trust no one
and to hide in a
dark closet corner
where i won't be seen
cowering or choking
on my screams.

they call it
a spark of joy
- - -
whatever it is,
it stands no
chance to light up my
waves of darkness

hold a cigarette up
to my oxblood lips
ash falling down
my diamond-studded wrist

I'm the siren
fire of your desire
live wire

tripping over in my
six inch stilettos
sipping on Prosecco
singing in staccato
all the words i wrote
&
all the songs
i want you to hear

all while the smell
of sweet Black & Milds
circles the strands of
pin up curls
that frame my
porcelain skin
and you caressing my neck
taking it all in.

like the wayward moon
and the woodwind tune,
i too fell in love with having
a life that has gone too soon