Was it college
Or maybe the

            Guy
           You
        Met

That made you
Not need me

              Not
         Want
       Me

But things change
I’m lucky with

              Three
           Sevens
         Now

Tip toe quietly, Mommy sleeps
after her special drinks,
all crimson.

The pink fruit of my imagination
peeks out at me as I peel
away the thick outer skin.

I wish Mommy would wake and play.

Dark liquid smells like
the bandages on my scrapes. Bitter
Sweet voices sing
away sorrows and scraped knees.

Mommy wakes
angry at the noise of my playing.

I think of days gone
Before.

Mommy in the garden
singing to the sun.

Daddy watching.

Orange-pink globes hang
then fall.

I want you to know:
You don't matter.
I just loved you.
But like a little girl
Loves her rag doll
Foolishly dragging it
Everywhere
Thinking it loves her back.

You comforted me
Played your role in my life.
But only when I held you there
Like my rag doll
Squeezing too tight
Never wanting to grow up
Or let go.

You became a crutch
Dragged along
Becoming worn.
Holes from misplaced love
And dependency.

I've out grown you.
Put you away in a box.
But that doesn't mean
I didn't love you.
You were my world,
My everything.

But that love
Was the love of a little girl.
Innocent and naive
Nothing special or real.
Just enough for a useless rag doll.
To outgrow
And forget.

So I joined this site
and I don't know what to do
Gosh I really need some light
Patrick had to take a poo

I hear planes flying
and my kitty purring.
Gosh why am I writing this poem Patrick!
THE END.

Dance to me.
Not for me, but for yourself.
Euphoric undertones sweep over your brow.
And this moment very, Infinite.
This is what you have been waiting for.
You have Arrived.

And the pieces fall, not crashing down alerting everyone
But slowly slipping silently from my fingers dripping with blood,
The beaten and worn slices mixed with a deep crimson, glisten on the floor beneath my feet.
To think that those shards once were being held out to you for the keeping is foolish
As before when they were beautifully welded together without scratches nor scars to be seen,
You denied and manipulated the magnificant detail bestowed upon you.
I'll go on, living the facade of smiling faces and emotion-full eyes, you won't tell the difference and no one else can.
All the skipped heart beats and lasting hugs come to an abrupt end seemingly wasted and impossible.
I take a step and a promising crunch rings out signifying the closure of pain,
Because to hurt, you need a heart and you just blatently destroyed my last one into a million little glass shards...

While sailing in the south pacific,
I thought about something terrific.
Of something I'd seen
When I was eighteen
But I guess that's not very specific.

You are the light and the dark till zenith’s height.
You are the beginning of every restless night.

You are the swirl of my being, my existence.
You are the reason for my very subsistence.

You are the angel, the devil and everything in between.
You are the face I hope to dream.

You are the mystery I vow to solve.
You are the secret I swear to unravel.

You are my knight in shining armor.
You are my prince, an absolute charmer.

You are the love, the life and the burning desire.
You are the earth, the water and the scorching fire.

You are the blue, the black and the deepest red.
You are the heart, the soul and everything in my head.

You are my yesterday, today and forever tomorrow.
You are mine, in every happiness, joy or sorrow.

You are mine.