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Receding Light

Still waiting when everybody’s gone

not able to step out

in the bright sunshine

that’d kill all hope.

Still waiting for you to call

and beg me to return,

knowing all too well

you would never

love me enough…


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Posted in Poetry, Tiny stories

Pieces

You picked my pieces

from the ruins,

dreaming to put me

together

on the pedestal

of perfection–

A place where I could

never belong.

Angry, you pushed me

off the pedestal

Shattering me into

Countless pieces

of heart.

Every day.

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After the Storm

The storm is long gone

leaving behind in rubbles

my life.

I have picked up pieces

and started over,

rebuilding the haven for my heart.

.

My walls are stronger.

Doors shut tighter.

Built no windows

to keep love out.

Let the people whisper,

let the friends knock,

no one crosses the threshold.

I leave my hearth stone-cold.

.

I’m a fortress–I’m cold.

I’m safe from hope.

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Nightmare

You were here again,

as angry and distant as ever.

You crossed the worlds

to see me

but you speak not a word.

Your handsome face

is marred by the scowl

that is your permanent expression…

with me.

You might think it tells me

what you wish to say,

but it only makes me wish

to run away to the place

that is safe

from the heartbreak

your hatred brings to me,

even in dreams.

There is no way to start over

until we meet again

in death…