rung up to dry as a superhero

I read your words

as they appear

scarely

in front of me

and every time

you mention ‘you’

i always think of me

but i do not know

if the you is me

or someone else

inside your reality

of dreams

and i cry to think

you’ve forgotten me

and that our love has changed

so much

that i’m alone 

and missing you

but not strong enough

to try to touch

what you’re creating

on your own

in your world

and soon i know

i’ll see you upon 

a beautiful handcrafted throne

because you’re my queen

and always will be

forever in the lands of my dreams

I looked upon my flower

with eyes shining like gems

as her beauty is revealed to me

the hollow of her collarbone

the dip between her breasts

the valley above her hip

the tender crook of her elbow

I leave a trail of kisses

on her porcelain skin

my pale cream colored canvas

covered in prints of delicate red roses

lovers tangled in the sheets

loneliness has met defeat

as personalities begin to shift

they hope a bridge to span the rift

betwixt the lust, a roaring fire

that sets aflame their desire

and the comfort, like a summer breeze

for in true love, they both believe

who am i?

help me remember.

am i the quiet girl

who knows the answers?

am i the loud girl

who doesn’t know anything at all?

help me remember.

am i the lonely girl

sitting alone in the corner?

am i the popular girl

in the middle of the group?

can you tell me?

do i like myself?

do i like you?

is there a difference?

am i me?

am i you?

when you hugged me for the last time

and i began to cry

you asked if i was alright

and no was my reply

you held me by the shoulders

and looked me in the eye

you turned away to take a breath

and simply said goodbye