One Night

He took her to the bedroom,
laid her down where she use to lay.
He still had her in the back of his mind
as he kissed her neck and touch her hips.
It was then when he got on top of her,
he saw her staring back at him.
Smiling her playful smile;
he then blinked and she was no longer there.
He sat up and sat on the end of the bed.
She was puzzled,
and she wondered why he had this dark cloud over him.
She doesn't know anything about his past;
she came for a one night stand.
Yet his feelings are getting in the way.
She gently caressed his face and pulled him to her.
She looked in his eyes,
didn't see her,
but saw the love of his life.
She kisses his lips and numbs his pain.
Her poison spreads throughout his body.
He closed his eyes and relaxed.
After it was over, he stared at the ceiling.
She put on her clothes and left the room.
He turned over and let it sink in on what just happened.
He put his hand under his pillow,
Ready to go to sleep.
Pulled her picture out,
Traced her image and said;
Good Night

December 16th, 2013

He walked with the crowd,
blended in,
but his voice stood out.
Soon all I could see was him smiling.
My heart jumped,
almost out of my chest and onto the counter.
Soon I couldnt stop my mouth from moving,
words fell out,
some words did not make any sense.
Then I stood there quietly,
just listening to him talk about anything.
Anything at this moment would be fine.
Food, family, and moon cheese.
He caused it all.
3 years of not seeing each other,
and finally I was with him.
Again he was wearing a black tshirt,
just like the last time I was in his arms.
We were no longer an ocean apart,
no longer a time difference,
the universe was no longer against us.
God I've missed him.
I still have goosebumps and chills running down my back.
Now I'm hoping this feeling never goes away....

Her Child

She flips her hair to one side.
Bites her pencils as she thinks about what to write.
Her child watches her, curiously.
Her journal is starting to fall apart,
has paint on the cover;
Especially little doodles from her child.
Together they hide her journal, almost as if it is a game.

When she's alone she lays in her bed,
imagining what her day should be like.
But it isnt long till her child joins her,
Creating dragons and princes to save them.
She lays diagonally under three layers of heavy, soft blankets.
She don't need her pillow, she has him to hold;
Soon he'll kick the blankets off.

Day to day she watches her child play.
Jumping off the stairs to jumping on her bed.
He plays with her hair,
Weaving it through his tiny hands.
He laughs as he tickles her face,
Lovingly says i love you mom.

Though her world is plain,
Her life is full.
She creates their world,
And it begins as soon as she says "once upon a time..."

what he doesn't know

He doesn't know that from time to time; I cry.
He doesn't know that days after the argument; I cried for days.
I blamed everyone around me.
Blaming myself for not caring for him enough.
I broke my phone screen and now when I look at it I remember the pain;
The heart ache that caused my eyes to swell.
I remember the last day we spent together, but deep down it wasn't enough for him.
He doesn't know that when I hear his song, again my tears began to flow.
He doesn't know that when I hear about him,
I hope that everything good is going his way.

I'm not going to be there to greet him like others do;

talk to him like others do, 

but most of all hug him like others do.

So I'll shut my mouth,

and keep my emotions bottled up.

What he doesn't know, won't hurt him.

Chess

She lost at her game of chess,
the game they played everyday at the park.
He taught her the game,
never let her win,
so she played hard.

This time when she looked at the winner,
he had her best friend in his arms.
Long blonde hair
and legs that went on for days.

Comparing her self.
She was short,
as was her hair.

Her now "ex" best friend was kissing his cheek,
he was holding her close; smiling.
She lost at her game of chess,
now all she could do was walk away.

He broke her heart,
she hated him for that,
but she hated her self for still wanting him.
She loved him.