Best Served

Gently cup my cheek
thumb erases the tears
sad smile
I know
you know
it was never real.
Pain
raging
tearing me apart
my mistake
falling hard
should have listened
when warned.
Fantasies woven
tenderness given
hard not to feel
time to tamp it down
drown it down
lock it away
’cause I swear
I ain’t giving it away.
I am done with feeling shit.
I am done with feeling period.
They say
(I love the infamous they)
revenge is a dish best served cold
revenge is a life well lived
revenge is a lot of things…..
what I cling to as true
the day will come
when you realize……
I was the best you would ever have.
©March 15/20
Picture is my own. Of me.

Futile Fiction

Building
slowly
passion
rage
two sides
same coin
times
where they are combined
raw feelings
making me undone.
Alone
reflective
heartache felt
minimized
tamped down
bitten fury
eyes ablaze
revenge plans laid
knowing
fantasies in the air
I would
could not
do any of those thoughts.
Helpful not at all
dark sins plot
never come to wrought
potent acrimony
face contorted
pain ripped through
for once more
I left my heart free.
©March 10/20
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Tales Untold

News
gritty grey
dust covered
death
war
hatred
every channel.
Children stolen
death toll paid
heaps of heads
rolling
fall between the cracks
wails of pain
no answers given
they were not important enough.
Lives
bartered
traded
bound in acrimony
a new regime of slaves
a new phantom to chase.
Roiling
pain
reaching far
wide
spanning crevices
un-sighted hands
plunge in
rip heart free
crushed……
Empathy
the ability to…..
clear see everything…..
brought to our knees
head clutched
no more 
no more
screams of torture
learned dread.
Ghosts
weaving
history
hands
grasping
begging for chance
to have their stories told.
©March 7/20
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Olly Olly Oxen Free

Corner
sitting
staring out the window
leaden sky
pregnant with cold
as is my soul
my heart
now that you are not home.
Spread your wings
little bird
soar free
whispered in my ear
a means to sending me away.
Pouting
glinted ire
ragged tears
hitched rage
pain
aching
never felt this way…..
Hollowed out
messed up in the head.
You complete me!
I screamed
Don’t you dare walk away!
You did
dare that is
anger did flare
stabbed you
again and again
until there was no heartbeat
no more conflict.
Sat in the corner
painted crimson red
now you are dead…..
I have fled…..
come out
come out
where ever you are…..
©Jan. 15/20
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Dismissed

It cost you nothing
not a single damn thing
to reach in
grab my heart
twist it
tear it
before handing it back
with nary a sorry
or sad look.
Resistance was futile
is that not what they say?
Your smooth words
my need for love
combined are deadly.
Not to you
for it was all a ruse
but for me though
these tears…..
will they ever stop?
will I ever see without blurred vision?
will I ever cease to feel
this overwhelming
black consuming ache?
Hand on the blinds
pulled  back
watching you drive away
biting my lip
this pain
I can deal with…..
this pain…..
I can understand.
Zero effort on your part
a hundredfold on mine.
This…..
it is not what I want…..
it is not what I wanted…..
yet I let you in
when you promised
that if I gave you my trust
allowed you to stand at my side
no longer would I be alone
no longer would I have to cry.
These tears
I shall let them flow
falling to dark heart
turn to ice
no more shall I love
no more shall I hurt.
Time has come
I am undone.
Trite as this will sound
(I do beg your forgiveness)
love shall live here no more.
©Dec. 2/19
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Word of the Day Challenge #77-Untitled Poem

Grotesque
leering faces
drool dripping
liver flacid lips
pursed
desiring
chasing that final kiss.
Words
promises made
money flashed
as thought that could erase
reality
of shriveled bodies
wherein resides ego
which equates to strength
to power
within.
Float along
haze of despair
bought or sold
there are bills to pay.
Actresses all
ignoring the vile looks
groping hands
alcohol laced whispers
walking through
knowing their place.
He is the worst.
Stand aside.
Let me at him.
Porky Pig and his retinue.
Ribald jokes
roaring laughter
eyes meet eyes
and he pulls away.
Come hither
come yon
follow me here
follow me there
follow me out
for my dear…..
death has come calling
no repentance for you.
©Nov. 27/19
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Eluded-Bullets Flying

Dangled words
pulled in
wrapped around warm
love is not here
though soon it shall return
as I begin to forget you.
The way your touch felt
when you skimmed your hand
across my naked skin.
The way your lips tasted
sweet summer wine
hay scented air
fires to brighten the night.
Dance with me
one more time
I begged
I pleaded
I could not understand
why you wanted to beat me.
In consequence
I failed myself.
I bled for you
allowed you into my head
into my bed.
As the year comes close
to when I was destroyed
I have to whisper:
Happy Anniversary
Am I ever glad I dodged that bullet.

©Oct. 20/19
Picture is my own.