You stripped my self worth,
dragged me into an ocean of fear,
left me feeling impure and touched.
I wish I could feel
innocent and pure once more.
I wish I could shed
this skin along with my past away.
“It’s becoming tougher to love you every time you hurt me. It’s becoming tougher to trust you every time you betray me. It’s becoming tougher to be vulnerable every time you exploit me. It’s becoming tougher to lend you my heart when it feels like an open wound in your hand. You taunt me every opportunity you find, brag about my flaws occasionally, criticize and act cold at times. I am tired of visiting the restroom as though it is my sanctuary during occasions, shedding tears and walk out numbing my heart. We ought to be encouraging, loving and supporting one another and not pushing the other down to rise. But the heartaches are becoming often and old wounds are being reopened. It’s becoming tiring to experience it over and over again. I guess for it to not hurt anymore, it shouldn’t matter anymore.”
Kept all promises to you my
love and also the promises made to myself that of keeping your memories
Through poems day and night I've written of her that
that have kept all our memories and
So very much alive to total dedication to my wife poems that tell of our life spent together
Poems that tell of the good and the bad through to pain of sad lose of my wife who had done so much for me
No one could have wished for more In their life than I had with beautiful wife from out nowhere she came to
like Angel she had flown Into
my life as If blown on a wind of change found me by chance for she saved
But so sad for me I was unable to save her the day she sadly passed away and that was unable to save
as she had saved me but I quess she was called back to
Heaven my Angel had
found her way home
I had always called Helen my Angel for always felt she'd saved my life come Into my life when I was desperate In need of
My time will die
in ***** hands
searching for love in things
that shed no light.
*d i r t y*
Of countless nights.
Of Early Late Mornings.
I know not how far my love travels,
Further it goes.
In search for your love, I feel.
In loss of words, I am.
Prayers I must make to have you in my life.
Whom am I kidding; my heart is already on its knees.
As close as a heartbeat, you are, unto my heart.
A pump of your own, you have become.
Fake it is, for you ain’t mine.
Is it love that I fail at?
Or do I consistently meet wrong people?
Are the good ones always taken?
Or do we search for them once they’re taken?
In life, you never get what you truly want,
Most especially when it comes to love.
I can’t wait for you to fall for me.
If only you could mirror in my heart,
Our love would explode.
Do poets shed tears, or just shed ink?
Completed: 24th April 2018 [20:13 PM]
I spoke last night to Helen before going to bed, I told
her about my friend Terry
from Texas Helen and I never had
and I would never hide anything from her, so she knows Terry Is helping me so much and I know Terry and I have Helen's
for Helen was a very special, she wouldn't have wanted me to be unhappy
and she'd be happy I have friends, but Helen will always be my
Helen always be my true love but she wouldnt want me to be
unhappy bless her
Always remember the very first time I met Helen she had treated so badly In her previous marriage she told me once her so-called husband
because he couldn't get his own way with her had dragged her downstairs stripped her naked and through her, outside Into the
and lock the door
her neighbour had to help her Helen was shaking I asked her If she was scared of me and she
yes and I thought why? scared of me
Helen was also down with a chest Infection she fell asleep on the settee, me sitting on
settee opposite she wasn't breathing too well I was very concerned for her so
awake all night keeping an eye her when she woke up Helen so surprised to see me there she thanked me for staying with her but I couldn't have left her I loved this girl I stayed with her for three
sleeping on the settee keeping an eye on her from that day on I never left her side but she was still afraid of
I sleep on the settee In the same clothes hurt all over so she took by the hand and led me her bedroom Helen said I could sleep with her on the bed as long as I behaved
and there was no light on In her bedroom could see very little she said her daughter would not be home from
why don't you take all your clothes and come lay with me just as I got undressed she shouted don't move
I thought oh what's happened
when I heard Helen fumbling In the bedside cabinet draws I asked Helen what she doing I'm looking for a lighter she said want to get a better look at
and their she trying position the lighter so she could she me naked but Helen was that way she was so much fun to be with Helen remained dressed me
we slept together and I was the perfect gentlemen behaved myself and from the day on Helen had complete trust In me and stopped shaking her health started to
but sometimes the thing Helen would do or say we're so funny and I do miss Helen so much but she has left me some beautiful wonderful
Helen had been so badly treated In her previous marriage when I first met
Helen, she would shake with fear with the present of a man
I did it for myself.
I shed you and a little bit extra.
Like a snake peeling back
layers of you and me.
Our crusted scales scattered
Is your newness raw?
Is it untouchable?
Free from judgment
Free from fear
No worries about fitting in
'Cause we all are welcome here
Serene is the setting
Serenity is the goal
With many hooves patrolling these grounds
There's no need to be in control
Relinquish your inhibitions
Renounce your social curse
For everyone is beautiful within these walls
Embracing the individual first
Security will be a priority
Secure will be the first thing you feel
Guided by a firm yet loving curator
This shed of safety is REAL...
Everyone needs "THAT" place they can go to vent, breathe, and release all the woes this world instills within us...