My heart skipped four beats
Within seconds I realized my error
The tantrum I just threw
Would be my last
I always knew that my quick, reckless anger
Would be the death of me
Within seconds
I saw how foolish I had been
Within seconds
I knew
It was too late
The darkness descended
The blight that you brought to my lands
Soul-grooves
Worn into my heart
Rivulets of salt-tears
Eroded the once-pristine landscape inside
But I’ve started a conservancy
To build my self up again
Renew, rebuild, regrowth
One day, no traces of you will remain on my terrain
And the wind will carry the seeds of my heartlands
To populate fertile fields so that love will spread
And color the world a thousand shades of beautiful
Of notable worth:
My eyes
My smile
My heart
My soul
These remain
These are intact
These are mine
I’m an angry cur
I sit and lick my wounds
No longer on a chain
I stay put and don’t run off
Tremble at the feet of my abuser
Long since a ghost: no more a man
Yet his switch is alive in my body-mind
Can I rescue my self
Get myself to a shelter
Learn how to trust and to love
Retrain the cower out of my body and soul
Lose the haunted look in my eyes
Allow me to assure you
You are intricately woven into my psyche
I’ve taken elaborate measures to leave you behind
To erase the traces of your affect on my personality –
On my life – to little or no avail
It seems that I carry you, etched into my soulskin
You are colored into the lines of a million needle sticks
Just as a pickle can never become a cucumber again
I am forever altered, forever changed
And yet, that is not the end of the story
I have decided to turn the design you’ve created
Into a whole new pattern of my own creation
Just try to recognize yourself in it
Allow me to reassure you
You won’t
Allow me to return
All that you bestowed upon me
Including, but not limited to
A cautious nature
Fear of people
Embarrassment at being seen in my enthusiasm
The tendency to be cynical
Body self-consciousness
Shame
Self-doubt
Feel free to do what you will with these
I no longer wish to live from them
They were never mine to begin with
“I have a vague recollection of having met you somewhere before, too,” she replied with a detached coolness that belied her racing heart and clammy palms to the unexpected but welcome interruption to her shopping by one of the most attractive men she’d ever met.
“Don’t make me take a mallet to you,” she said wickedly as she began to prepare the chicken breast she’d bought for her dinner.
It was little exchanges like this that made her apartment feel a little less lonely at night.
With a giggle followed by an almost imperceptible sigh, she rinsed the breast in water and patted it dry with a paper towel, and returned to the task at hand.
I feel you there
In a parallel Universe
The me that I haven’t lived up to in this one
Did you steal away my confidence
Maybe took more than your share
Do you laugh easily
And let harsh words roll off of your back
While I am still guarded after all these years trying not to be
And take everything people say to heart
Can we meet somewhere in-between our two worlds
What separates two parallels
Have an equal exchange
I’ll give you some of my excess
There must be something I’ve got that you want
I’ve summoned you
Too many times to count
Shaken out bottle after bottle
Finally smashed one to smithereens
Where have you been
Why won’t you answer my calls
Or are my wishes not meant to come true
Are you distracted elsewhere, dear genie o’ mine
I’m running out of faith, hope, and time
Beyond the Skinny Branches 