Confessions

Dear Sir,
I have a confession or two.

If you even care, well I tried to make you appear.
I sought you out, in vain.
Their eyes were all dead.

I tried to find you.
I thought that maybe you were somewhere.
Each time was an act of defiance.
I don't need you.

Isn't that why you refuse to show your face?
I wanted you to be angry.
To show me you were real.

I thought you cared.
That we were meant to be together.
Each time was a realization.
I don't need you.

Are you happy now?
Are you satisfied that you've made me realize how much I hate you?
You've destroyed a heart so fragile.
Why didn't you come when I called?

Wraith

In every attempt, I foolishly make
the choice to choose what is fake.
Instead of the real, timeless truth.
I flee with every intent to be a sleuth.

To suss out the unsavory details
Of what could have been denials.
My heart slows to a stutter stop
My chest, empty beneath my top.

He is a character unknown- a wraith
My heart weary from keeping faith.
While standing in the pale moonlight
He beckons me at half past midnight

To come away with him anon.

Ghost of Yesterday

In the maze I run and run.
Rushing after a whisp.

A darling thing, most cherished.
The tinkling of laughter.

To think I could be elsewhere-
holding a precious bundle.

That is a dream
I do not think about.

A wall of thorns too sharp to touch.
The memories of what was

drift from me like
yesterday's news.


Everything I long for-
pale shadows in the sunlight.

Be My Ghost

I am haunted by you.
In the morning I wake, searching
for something that isn't.
A memory that never was.

In the twilight
searching for you
needing your touch.
The touch of a ghost.

What's worse is I know you.
Know what you sound like
Know your worst fears
& the dreams you long for.

I know everything about you
I just don't know you.

Fetching Words

They say that there is such a thing as soul mates.
Two souls destined to be together-

Those are quite fetching words.
Whispers one would love to believe.

However, it is a fable.
It has to be- just look around.

Hearts of stone
Crushed into dust.

Not one fetching thing
about the truth.

I tried to believe;
to hope in love.

These long years have
shone the truth.

Safety-2

It is not an imagined thing

or a fabled feeling.

It is real- warm and inviting,
 A fire on a cold winter's night.

His laughter infects me

scrubbing away anger.

His ever present smile
 washes away my fears.

Our hands clasp,

his and mine.

My cold heart melts
as his warmth
trickles towards my heart. 

This is a living, breathing truth-

that holds my dreams

in the strong beating of his heart.