Category: Poetry

If I could turn back time more than an hour, more than a year to when you were still here, to before I knew the lies, to have a day, a week before hope died I would take it.

I still cry in the night, missing you. Tear the bed apart, reaching for you. Write line after line, craving you. Beat my breast for not saving you. Because in the end, I loved only you.

You lie. That’s all you know. I love that’s all I know. We are both sad we know.

Where is the woman I fell in love with? Gone, gone, like the smoke of the fire cold.

Everyone wears masks, even beyond Halloween. Yet you took your mask off and I fell in love with the darkness hidden behind the perfection.

I keep writing and writing, Hoping to express myself In a manner that means something To you.

You chase pleasure. I hunt treasure. We are not the same.

The streak is broken. Just like my heart.

You ask for my help then disappear Taking my hope and heart away. Losing you was always my greatest fear; You’re gone, and only the pain stays.

All pirates want to plunder, but narcissists tear all asunder, taking love and leaving pain then hoovering you back in again. This corsair has had enough, I care no more that your road be rough; you made it so, with your lies. This scallywag’s heart and soul have died.