Category: Relationship


I seek the love I hope to be true

Or rather, I sought it before.

I used to think I was empty or just a half

I used to think I needed more.

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Someone wanted to give me the world

But I only wanted him to be real and true

Extravagance was not what I wanted or needed

And so his heart I made blue.

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I do not regret being alone, going solo

I’ve long accepted my complexities

I know it’s hard to love me

And they can only hold so much capacities.

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Died With It

Too quick

Too soon

No breaks

And it skyrocketed to the moon

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It ended as quickly as it started

And whatever might have been,

Prematurely died with it

The stars don’t fall far from the sky

The moon doesn’t eclipse the sun often

I drown on three feet of water

Knowing very well that he is

And will be

The love that I could never have

Hands

I remember…..

He was a tall man with a big built

He reminded me of a well built building

I was too young to know, what struggles he went through

In my father’s eyes he was the strict parent,

In mine he was a gentle giant.

I can’t remember if I hugged him enough

Or told him I loved him

But I have fond memories of him, no matter how few.

He didn’t speak much but he gave me boundless unspoken love.

He had big hands

Huge!

They were hard working hands

They were also the one’s that disciplined my dad

But those same hands guarded me and I remember they were rough but gentle.

Those hands, they guided me more than I ever would have thought.

Dance With Wolves

I’ve learned to dance with wolves

I’ve learned to live with them

They surround me often

Waiting to pounce

Waiting for the moment I let my guard down

They come around still

Pretending to be tame

Pretending to be innocent

But I know

I’ve learned

I am not their prey

Because I know them

And that is why they now fear me

– Maria Michaela

Salty

Getting a little too salty for my taste

So I waved goodbye to him in haste

Sweet

His words were sweet like honey as he lied through his teeth

But I knew he held a knife behind his back, kept it with a sheath

Bitter

The air is thick that I can taste the bitterness in my mouth

Let’s talk no more, we both know this is going south

Sour

I can feel it, sense that you’ve gone sour

And I believe we’re counting down our last hour

Significant Other

I often hear their stories

Of how falling in love lifted their worries.

They told me I have been missing out

But I hear nothing of this. I don’t hear them shout!

To have someone to call your own, they say

As if you can own a person, I dare say.

Why can’t they see that I am fine on my own?

I am fine being just by myself until my hair is grey and I am nothing but bones.

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