I wait
even a glimpse of you
would be plenty sometimes

                   You used to hug me when you saw me
                   even if it was only a 30 second meaning

You didn't
yesterday instead
you said 'hey dude'

                    You're frazzled. I get it. Honestly, I do
                    but a little encouragement wouldn't hurt

I want
you to just tell me
what you want

                    Don't be afraid to hurt me.
                    I'm not as fragile as I look.

I knew what I was getting into from the start.

Here in my heart I am Helen;
  I'm Aspasia and Hero, at least.
I'm Judith, and Jael, and Madame de Stael;
  I'm Salome, moon of the East.

Here in my soul I am Sappho;
  Lady Hamilton am I, as well.
In me Recamier vies with Kitty O'Shea,
  With Dido, and Eve, and poor Nell.

I'm of the glamorous ladies
  At whose beckoning history shook.
But you are a man, and see only my pan,
  So I stay at home with a book.

little ****
big mouth
narrow mind
no empathy
large ego
big coward
small brain
a big mistake
for you not me
because i'll find better
but you have lost the best

As she sits on the busy street corner
she feels the emptiness of her happy home.
She watches and waits and she wonders
how a so-called love could make her feel so alone.
She bites her nails and taps her toes
and asks herself, after love grows where it goes.
So she flees and flies miles from her vacant heart
in a hope of finding something to catch fire, a new start.

But as she flies she feels the pain of those with
disapproving glares,
and she stares
out the window, but can't see past the facade that she'll
once again wear.

With no luck, she returns to her shattered dreams.
her heart continues to rip at the seams.
A happy home, they call it.
A hell hole, to be correct.
Not once does he swoop down to kiss her neck.

The loneliness rising,
the free air calls her name.
Unable to look past her peers and her fears,
she has only herself to blame.

So she sits alone in her happy home
Alone, alone again.