Imaginary Friend (Part 2 Bitter Revenge)

‘She ruined my life.’
Forgeries written on cheques…..
uncashable.
I am suppose to smile
give in to you
there is no possibility
forgive me?
He fell into the grave…..
I stared at the rug
rolled up
in the shape of a person.
Crouched down
grabbed an edge
shook it out.
Rolling
straightening
I glared down at her
the other half of me.
Like Hyde
she is the opposite.
I am the truth
the reality
the one who gives it all.
Sitting up
ashen face
blood red tears
I cannot escape.
There is no one there.
No one
rolled in the carpet
a figment
of my imagination.
Unique we are 
twins 
good and bad
one is real
the other already dead.
She only exists
to spill evil seed
compelling me 
to do awful deeds.
My Imaginary twin.
 
January 20/19

Crazy

I became lost in the sense of you
the smell of you
the desire of you
the feel of you
only to watch you walk away
leaving me empty and alone.
Pain
heartache so intense
laying on the floor
tears seep
soaking my face
my hair
I try to come to terms
with my new existence
my life without you.
My mania reared its ugly head
insanity
voices tearing me apart
despite my best efforts
to choke it
to keep it hidden
my crazy will always out.

Crazy

**Picture courtesy of Pintrest

No it is what I have to do.

I am crazy here.

Acting crazy.

This is just no good.

I need to detox my brain of him.

Staring at the phone

willing it to ring…..

oh wait, it is 2017

waiting for a text.

Watching out the window

willing him by…..

that is right

dating is no more.

Staring at the door

willing it to open….

ah shit

I must have missed.

I am crazy,

insane with his touch

melancholy for his thoughts

desirous of his deeds.

No it is what I have to do.

I am crazy here.

Acting crazy.

This is just no good.

I need to detox my brain of him.

Saying good bye

tear after tear

ripping each head from view

a thousand pictures here.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

September 5/17