She asked for closure so that she might begin to heal.

Instead he told her
he loved her.



And it hurt more.

My house was built on sand.

When the high tides came
it was washed away.

Caught up in a riptide.
Struggling to stay afloat.
Further and further out into despair.

Black flags wave with no breeze.
Salty tears sting my eyes, blur my reality.

I'm drowning in sadness.


The surf crashes onto the shore leaving in its wake my tangled & twisted memories.
Constantly, endlessly, relentlessly, churning.
I've grown tired of fighting its pull.

You keep me submerged in the black cold waters.
Desperately clinging to what I once thought was true.
The love that once buoyed me now keeps me floundering.
I can no longer touch. I've become frightened.

Panicking to cling to something real, something tangible, something to hold.
We were real.
I think
Maybe?

Release me.

Maybe then I can find the strength to head toward shore.

Unblemished,
desirable,
ripe for the picking.
Fresh,
Bursting,
fragrant.

She takes the bite, He closes his eyes to savor.
Tears stream down her face as her juices run down his.

He spits her out.

Spoiled,
bruised,
rotting.

I've never felt more alone
than I do inside my very own home.

If the goal was to break me
Why couldn't you have done it much more quickly?

Keep looking you might find something that will leave you unsettled.
A text, a photo, perhaps even a letter.

False promises, empty proclamations,  a hollow vow to do better
Lies, craziness, a truly pointless endeavor.

Keep convincing me of what I already know. We're broken, we shattered and I don't much care whose at fault.
He's in my heart, she's in your vault.

"We'd be better friends than partners." You've  often exclaimed.
You offer to share equally yet its me holding the majority of blame.

That's really not true, its not how I feel.
You ruined us.
You're the one who broke the deal.
Flattened the wheel
Flat tired the heel
Threw up the Happy Meal
Slipped on the banana peel
Tangled the fishing reel
Ripped apart  the seal
Ordered the Veal

I'm at a standstill
I need to get off of the treadmill
My world has gone downhill
I'm an actress in my own life
see the playbill.
I play the role of an imbecile

You lay on our bed, sharing photos of your ****
honestly, I don't care you've become quite the *****.
Alcoholic
You're really quite sick
No flame, no wick
No tock for my tick
You think your slick?
It's actually quite pathetic
tragic, chaotic
It's become my epidemic.

I don't hear any music
I don't  feel very poetic
I just feel you're a brick
leaving me frantic
and even worse
so very very very heartsick.

Such a lovely anticipation
hoping that my projection
will surpass my expectation
once my eyes rest upon your face.

Laugh at my plausibility
it wont deter my believability
I stand by my elation
to drink in the intoxication
of  my lips meeting yours.

If this is delirium
this state of feeling blithesome
I've no choice but to succumb
and trust in the rhythm
when by body should press against yours.

So let us revel in what we might become....
and stay the hell away from my ******.