Do you think you're special?
Did he write poems for you too?
I'm sorry sweetie, he lied to me too.

In the end,
I'm disappointed,
only at myself.
I settled.
I didn't believe
that I could do any better.
Mostly living in a fantasy
wishing for the fairy tale.
Cinderella in her Prince,
but the prince wasn't quite a prince
only a bullfrog
who ended only croaking.
I wanted the happy ending,
but I was sadly disappointed
there wasn't any love.
Not a single
bone in his body
had an ounce
of
love.

I've spent time wishing
that maybe if I hadn't met you
this life of mine would be easier.

I would not have to sit here
missing the very essence of you,
remembering the best memories
but living the worse.

Time is a confusing thing
who orchestrates the timing
why must it be frustrating
always trying to uphold cohesive order
There is always
a time and a place
but why?

They yell out, "trust the timing
of your life!"
It's so hard some days.
Kick and shout
but
Everyone has their own clock
Tick Tock

Maybe one day
you and I
will be on the same
Tick tock

I scream out loud
No one hears
it leaves my mouth
light as a whisper
I’m angry
but mostly depressed
no longer able to breathe

Feeling used and abused
I open my mouth again
But nothing comes out
I try again
Coughing up words
As sharp as an arrow
blunt as a pickaxe handle

Blood red as a dying rose
escapes my mouth now
It runs down my throat
next to my beating heart
That no longer
can dance for you

We were special
late nights
falling asleep
on the phone
tone to tone
laughing
crying
cheek bones hurting
from all the smiling
planning
whispering
comfort
that was us
now there is silence
no good mornings
no sweet dreams
no thinking of you's
I sit here
dreaming
heart sullen
crusted tears
salty cheeks
red stained lips
wishing
thinking of you
missing you
trying so hard
to
just
say
no

He said the same thing
to every
single
woman.
That's when I decided
I'm
DONE.
Slamming Door