Thought #11

Saying good-bye to the one you love will tear at your heart, and make your eyes flood. Time, fifteen minutes or so and the ache is just that an ache. You always know that one love, the one love who will never be yours. And for me, that was you.

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Tears of crystal submission
burn my cheeks
blinding my sight as I face you
the truth you are holding up.
I created a man
of fiction.
The love I felt
an illusion.
It does not make it easier
in fact
if anything facing this facade
makes me want to hide.
How could I have been so blind?
I am strong enough.
I have learned enough about myself
to know that I am dear.
Watch my ass as I walk away. 
I will stand true
not allow myself to falter
accept a small penance of pain
than move on.
Would you like to know
in 2018
how a woman moves on?
She deletes all your texts.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
March 4/18
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Rasputin

Headlines scream

distorted facts

all attempting

to discredit me.

Crowds come crawling

accepting lies

spilled from my lips

while I rob them.

Women faint

overcome with lust

disturbed by

animal magnetism.

Men huff

chests thrown out

trying hard

to best my stature.

Even with

this notorious reputation

the Tsarina still loves me

for I and I alone

have god’s ear

to save her son.

Photo courtesy of:

https://www.npr.org/sections/thesalt/2017/01/31/510802220/fact-or-fiction-even-when-it-comes-to-food-its-hard-to-tell-with-rasputin