Cruel Love

Today you kissed me tenderly on the lips

encircled my waist with your strong arms from behind.

Today we spoke of wedding bands and trimmings

Had dinner, but we knew there were bigger appetites to be whetted.

You stole a kiss and more in the seclusion of my room

Your touch lingers long after you’ve left.

yet,

not even 2 hours later I’ve gone through a dozen tissues

soaking up grief you caused with your ability to hurt.

Here was a side in you never expected

your cruelty, who said I was exempt?

Slice my heart and let me bleed

the bridges are all burnt.

So I’ll plod along forward my love

There’s no turning back.

Happiness

is seeing you happy.

Even with her.

Thump

Thump Thump.

Thump Thump Thump.

Thump again.

ThumpThumpThumpThumpThumpThumpThumpThumpThumpThump!!!!

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That’s my heart, getting ahead of itself again.

No, not for you. For him.

Miaow

So you went on your way,

with candy floss girl,

to pin on your arm,

make you feel more man;

but when the mundane sets in,

as it is likely to do,

I hope you’ve read up,

on Christina Aguilera.

Smitten

Beautiful, Beautiful, Beautiful man.

Beautiful.

 

 

All is well

It’s strange, this heart.

When I braced for the worst,

I sat waiting for it to come,

but,

it didn’t.

So I waited even longer,

thinking residual pain will surface,

but,

it never did.

You’re no longer under my skin.

The End

It’s finally over.

I don’t miss you,

return your calls,

or when I see you,

feel like the rug is pulled under me.

You see,

I’ve got the better man,

and he’s just that,

all man,

and you – you  never even came close.

Not even in a dream.

Last evening

Last evening,

you seemed irrelevant.

Last evening,

my world was blissful.

Last evening,

you got drowned in a bottle of chardonnay and his kiss.

Only for last evening.

Erase

I if could undo
those last few years
I’d re-write my pages
and erase you from existence
Not a memory I’d spare
No, not even the pleasant ones.
You’ve done more harm than good
tested my will
made me doubt what’s good
for the elusive ‘what if’
and every time I say ‘No more’
you come around again
and set me off balance
so go away now
so I can erase
my heart.

Glutton

I’m a glutton for punishment.
I like it in big mugfuls.
When disaster stares at me in the face,
I go over, prod it and say ‘hello, remember me?’