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Ayeshah Apr 2015
I miss You,

but there is no making you understand this,

you're parting at coffee shops,

  playing chess and into this new age internet dating

where them nasty easy girls will always win,


I've not made it easy for you

and we never really said good bye,

everyone says forget about me

and what we once were trying to be.

I wont argue or disagree, my faults are my own

and I'll never continue to allow them to consume me,

or allow the past to make belief our future couldn't have been bright.

We could of worked on us.

Dead babies borne by a misleading husband to wife.

We could of fought harder,

yet,  it was too easy for you to let go...

I've not mourned-  their loss or the loss of you,

I pretend  sad as it may be,  

that you weren't even real.

I've conjured you up in dreams long since past,

sitting looking out my window,

watching children play....

My soul cries out for what would of been ours,

a red-brown hair child looking like you and me

a girl playing with her optimistic twin  brother
as I day dream

I see your crocked smile & the eyes of what would of be our child.

I have to fake like I've never known your love,

as if your a ghost,

well seems to me it's come to this,

I hate how I still reach for you at night

and sometimes

my belly where they've used to be.

I'll hold on to the good we had

and allow myself to feel only the positive memories.

Maybe one day you'll look back fondly on us

and say its time to come home
and be my husband again.

This time we'll do things so completely different ....

reality is this is a fleeting wish a unrealistic dream.

MY UNANSWERED PRAYERS.

Always Me Ayeshah ™ ®
         K.A.C.L.N ©
     All right reserved ®
Copyright 1977 - Present
You're Free & I'm left longing for your arms to hold me.
Love is my worst enemy!
Chris Hollermann Sep 2014
If I could understand it myself maybe I'd sahre it.


I. Like. The. Way. It. Hurts.

       But I don't know why or how to be someone else. I also pray for another life and for the sweet
caress of death.

                              Clearly I've had more than my fair share of unanswered prayers
I love the men I can't have
                         Because
                                                         ­   I. Like. The. Way. It. Hurts.

For that same reason I spent my formative years getting serious with a knife.
                  I prayed we'd get too serious and go too far, but here I am an exhibit in pathetic
  another unasnwered prayer poster child

I made a promise to live because
                                   I. Like. The. Way. It. Hurts.

I don't know much. I sure as **** don't know where it started or why but at least
        I
                know
                         what
                                    I
                      ­                  Like
- From A Journey of Self to Self
Cora Mar 2020
i wonder what i’d say
or if I’d say anything at all

i don't know if i'd have enough strength to swallow the rocks in my throat, or pick my heart up from the floor, or shove air back into my lungs, or wipe away the sweat in my eyes, or fasten my knees back into place

If I ever see you again
please don't ever come back

— The End —