
Air tastes of early spring,
With best Valentine gift ever—
“I’ll do the laundry. Forever.”

Air tastes of early spring,
With best Valentine gift ever—
“I’ll do the laundry. Forever.”

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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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.
Butterfly flashes fiery wings.
Angel face masked with anger
Hiding tenderness within.
Birds wake me to the morning
While you sleep holding me in arms.
Life’s never been sweeter.
Love fails, anger reigns.
Autumn leaves cover the ground.
Dreams fly, nightmares stay.
Angel snores lightly.
Rain drizzles on burning land.
My bosom, my heart.
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.
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…

The story is now part of a short-story collection avauilable book in black-white and coloured print and as an ebook. I will share the links soon.