This is it
I'm done
Over you once and for all.
I'm letting it go
For now and forever.
Closure is nonexistent
Only makes me want you more
But I'm done
It's over
I'm done thinking about you
One way or another
I'm forgetting you.
No matter what it takes.
I'm going to get better.
Even if that means getting worse first.

I Am A Flower--Summer Serves Me Well,
Though I Love Winter It Holds Like A Spell,
The Snow Is A Place I Am Forbidden,
Though I Can't Resist Being Frostbitten,
The Frost Withers My Petals--Soft As Silk,
But It Is Okay, It Is Just The Bilk,
The Cold Chills My Stem And Gets To My Brain,
My Skin Turns Brittle And Old--It's Death's Stain,
The Other Plants Have Had Their Kiss From Death,
Though I Know I Am Close To My Last Breath,
I Try To Stand Tall And Reach The Pale Sun,
I Tried To Win A Battle Which Can't Be Won,
I Have Stood Winter's Blizzard--Ice And Snow,
Though I Get Buried The Longer I Go,
Hanging Onto The World I Do Not Need,
The Reason I Love It--There Are No Weeds,
I Know If I Let Go There Will Be Spring,
An Eternity From What Frost Brings

It Was A Warm Spring Day,
In Our Downtown Home,
White Paint Was Lethargically Pealing,
Off The Siding Which Lay Beneath Curling Vines,
I Still Remember Your Smile Daddy,
Your Coal Colored Hair Lingering In The Breeze,
As You Asked Me, "Do You Wanna See?"
I Nodded Not Quite Sure What I Was Going To See,
You Gently Lifted Me Up,
Put Me On Your Shoulders Like You Always Did,
And Let Me Peer Inside A Forest Of Vines,
And What I Saw Both Frighted And Enchanted Me,
Something Completely New,
A Little House Wren Who Cradled Her Eggs,
And Looked At Me,
Her Heart Beating Quickly,
"She's Protecting Her Babies," You Whispered,
"Just Like I'll Always Protect You"
"Hi," I Said And Held Out My Hand,
The Little Wren Flew Away And I Sobbed,
"Why Was It Scared Of Me Daddy?"
"It Was Only Letting You See It's Eggs"

My Hands Covered With Dust,
From Molding My Cracked Clay Heart Back Together,
My Chilled Test Tube Full,
From Concocting A Hearty Brew Of Strength,
The Clothes I Wear, Are A Mask And Saftey Pins,
To Hold Myself Together,
When All I Want To Do Is Break,
I Do Not Need An Opinion On My Woes,
Because All Which Fills My Head Is Critisim,
I Do Not Need Words To Heal My Wounds--No!
Enough Words! Words Can Be Beautiful,
But Too Many People Have Been Using This Magic Only To Hurt,
I'm Tired Of Trying To Please Others,
Trying To Appease Anyone In This Hell,
I Have Had Enough Of Telling Myself
Don't Cry, Not Here,
I've Been Doing So Good,
Yet I'm Treated Like I Haven't Been,
Constantly Being Whipped By Venom Covered Spines,
Taking Their Toll--Swimming Through Corrupted Veins,
My Liver Failing From The Poison,
And As I Die In The Weaning Sunlight,
I Am Bitter And I Don't *Care