behind closed doors

He always painted a pretty picture,

Painted smiles and rainbows,

Yet behind closed doors he was something else.

Stated he had childhood trauma,

Made his mom out to be the bad guy,

His brother was not his brother because their blood was different,

His sister was just like his mom,

A bitch.

He always wrote fairy tales,

Writing about slaying the dragon and marrying the princess,

Yet behind closed doors he was somewhere else.

Cried for his past love,

Her parents tried to save her from him,

Separation for a while but it didn't last long,

Clung to her like it was his last breath,

Clung to her till she took her last breath.

He always sang melodies,

Sang for love and hope,

Yet behind closed doors he was something else.

He married his "equal",

A wedding that was to bring families together,

Broke more apart,

Time was supposed to heal,

But not when he lives in the past.

He painted, he wrote, he sang,

Still no rainbows, no slaying the dragon, no hope.

He's is someone else.

Monday

 I seen her yesterday,

she looks almost the same as she did when we last talked

I can't remember how many years it been.

more than 2? 5?

who knows.

She walked toward me and met my gaze.

I wish I knew what she was thinking.

Every time I spot her in a crowd,

I can't help but stare at her.

Amazed at the woman she has become,

even if I know very little about her.

I like to imagine her life full and happy.

I half smiled and cowboy nodded in her direction.

She had looked unsure at first and looked down.

I didn't waver my look.

She then looked back and returned with a small smile,

slightly curved but meaningful.

We kept walking, further and farther apart.

It was over.

But today, I think of her.