Timeline of a Relationship

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first he will give with no thought of reciprocity
he will shower you with gifts in endless generosity

but then he begins to expect something in return
and your questions receive a reply almost stern

I sent a text last night and figured I’d hear from you this morning
When it used to be 10 texts without precipitated cause or warning

the daily good mornings and good nights become less and less frequent
the excuses to see you become excuses of what he had meant

the willingness to drive for miles even to spend a few minutes together
turn into justifications due to work or traffic or the god damn weather

when social media becomes the first stop upon waking
when the giving is slowly replaced by the taking

when at first you were all he ever needed and wanted
over time he begins to take you for granted

when every other woman was invisible, all he saw was your eyes
now his eyes begin to wander, and you’re placated with lies

she’s just a friend.. don’t you trust me?.. I only want you”  turns to
I don’t need this.. maybe you should do whats best for you

this is the timeline of a relationship as it dies a slow death
and that final moment comes before you’ve even taken a breath

you grieve, and you cry and you tell yourself never again
never will you give your heart and endure so much pain

until one day another’s sweet song seduces you
he’ll tell you he’s different and his words will ring true

and he will give with no thought of reciprocity
he will shower you with gifts in endless generosity

but then…

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All Of Me

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I saw you sitting in that dimly lit shop
nursing your coffee as if it might drop
Your eyes were so distant yet so firmly set
I didn’t know you
yet

We were
two lonely voyagers who happened to meet
once in a lifetime
oh your eyes smiled so sweet
on the road to some place we knew not where
we only knew
that we’d know it..
when we got there..
oh we’d know it,
when we got there.

I don’t have much but what I got
You can have it
My heart, my soul
If you can bear it, it’s yours
The tears in these eyes,
the scars that you see,
they are not that pretty
but they are all of me.
They are all of me

Once in a lifetime
You can have all of me

Oh we danced ‘neath that night sky
so bright were the stars
we moved to a song
heard with only our hearts

Your touch was like magic
you played me so well
strings of healing, our  music
was a harmonious spell

And I knew..
all my life I’d been waiting
waiting for someone like you

I don’t have much but what I got
You can have it
My heart, my soul
If you can bear it, it’s yours
The tears in these eyes,
the scars that you see,
they are not that pretty
but they are all of me.
They are all of me

Once in a lifetime
You can have all
of me

Empty As A Reed Flute

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You ask me why I no longer write..

How do I write

when I have lost my ability to feel

lost my ability to bleed

to cry

How can I write
when the fountain has run dry

and the inkwell sits secluded.
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How can I write
when all I can do is sit and stare
at a mirror of

all that I am incapable of
in love,

laying an offering at the altar of forgiveness
trying so hard to clean up this mess
of my life.


Of what do I write
when the slate is wiped clean
and the words no longer form.

Of whom do I write
when they all appear like mirages,
smoky images with ghost-like visages.

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Empty as a reed flute I remain
patiently awaiting the breath of fire.

There is a distant song of longing —
I ache to listen through the mire.

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