I showed my heart and I showed my heart and I showed my heart... but she never did. Marrying a man I don't know cause she found more happiness in his arms and care then mine all the while behind my back. Shot me down and repeat. Where did he come from? Why did she lie to me? I asked so many times the same question.
Will you marry me?
Her answer always!
No because I'm not ready.
How could you be ready with him but not me?
He calls me in the dark waking me from my sleep. Happily aware of the disturbance he's made in my life ready to surprise me with his next midnight gift. No need for a light he knows where I am at all times. He sleeps when I'm awake just for this sake I know it! His small gifts he thinks so important! THAT HE NEEDS TO GIVE THEM AT THE WORST POSSIBLE MOMENTS... but also the most important time of night when my past and pains cree] slowly from their holes and out of the black of my heart. He calls I answer with a soft call he calls again and comes sauntering to me with present in tow. A pencil, a dog toy, what's next this time tell me!? Tell me, you damn CAT!
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My Poems and Raves.
PoetryI have problems. I'm staring this book because I need a way to let go of all this pain. The hurt from heartbreak after heart smashing heartbreak, depression, my anxieties of work and failing to do my job correctly, my insecurities of wondering throu...
