lies

is time set in stone
that we cannot change
even when we need to
that we will be
and that can be
is all that we will ever be

are we so skewed
in belief and logic
that we can not
rise above the dwarfs
we set ourselves to be

that false rhetoric
is a permanent part
of this being that I religiously
hold on to;
preaching water
drenching wine

ILLUSIONS

Do not say that you love me

When we both know the words are hollow

And are certain of what is to follow:

Deep wrenching and searing hurt

That will pitch camp in my heart.

Do not say that you feel safe

While you are wrapped in my arms

Knowing that you will cause me harm-

Because I left my heart open-

And my wounds you chose to deepen.

Do not say that you need me

Or paint illusions to blind me

I have seen love in all its confusion

And suffered from its disillusion

Learning that words are just words

Do not say those words to me

“ That  you will never let me go”

“ That you will pick me up when I am low”

That you will never hurt me

That you never wish to lose me

Do not say I am the best

When we both  know I am the worst

Do  not make me promises you will break

For those I no longer take

If you say you love me,

Let time tell the truth

Let it show what your heart holds

But do not paint me illusions,

I am tired of them

decieved

I had some time
And a long way to go
When you
Came up with a solution,
Said you would help,
Said it would work.
ha! if only.

You had a slik tongue
From which lies
slithered and snaked
making promises
You Knew you would break
And misled me
through the dark
dreary depths of falsehood

You were a hero-
Supposed to be;
But you were the villian
that savaged hope;
 you decieved us
you marvelous, magnificent liar.

why

why ever did you stay?
when the fighting got worse
the beating harsh
the loving terse
why ever did you stay?

your beauty faded
bruises replaced the radiance
picturesque scar mark
the once flawless skin
that drew ah!s and ohs
from all.

why ever did you stay?
or is it
that you would rather leave
dead
tell me,
why ever did you stay.

MOVING ON

I spent years-
Deacades
Looking back
At what we had:
Dreaming that we,
I, could conjure it
Again.

I spent hours
Reminiscing
The magic, the joy
Reminiscing
Too caught up in the past
To see what the present
held fast

I spent to many minutes
Holding on
When I should have let go;
of a past equally sweet.
A grasped the future
that slowly gasped away.
I am moving on

BACK THEN

When i shook your hand-

Back then,

it was out of respect:

not duty

as most did with you.

Back then,

I thought I knew you

I thought;

We shared great ideas,

Great ideas

That you were different

I silenced the pesmists

And spoke-

At great  length-

I admit

Of how good you were

But your greed hurts me

And regret:

For all the faith

And belief i had,

have turned to disgust.

I SHAKE YOUR HAND

NO MORE.

bitter sweet memories

Listen to the soft patter

Of the rain

The silent whisper

Of the wind

And find answer

To questions never asked

Did you let it go?

Was it all so wrong?

Or was it right

That you did not fight

For it with all your might

That you chose

To forget it

The memories all linger

some taste like ginger

some like a winner

the good and the bad,

bitter-sweet iony

it is