Me and You

All these things I can never tell
But holding it in is a living hell
So I take the pen to jot my thoughts
Which from my troubled heart swell.

I know I made mistakes. Would say
to you, I’m the one to blame
But that’s because I’m a man
Who’s willing to walk through flames

It’s not like I’m innocent
Not like perfect. But I want to be
I want perfection to be more than dreams
I insist it become reality

But the fact is, I fall more than I walk
Lose more than I win. Fail more than succeed.
More often worse than better, dark than light
And care less about you than I care about me.

That’s not what you told me. It’s what I see
When I inspect what the mirror reflects to me
I’m not looking to all the things you did wrong
I just want to know why all these things be?

Why do you cut me off, when I really did try?
What was it with all your silky, blinding lies?
What did I do, that deserved your treachery?
What were my sins that made this great divide?

Here is my heart, I never hid it from you
Never told you I was something I wasn’t
In fact, if you ever asked me to be honest
I’d tell you the darkness within that hovers

But you never asked. And took me to task
On what? I have no idea, and I never asked
Guess I’ll never know, but this one thing
At least I can say, I never wore a mask

I die true – I wish such could be said for you
But you’re nothing but a double-crossing fool
I done well could have been perfect
Still wouldn’t have been enough for you.

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Touchdown

Swirling misty blues amidst cloudy skies

Was a girl who flew and still flies

Like in some distant land of infinity

With the prince charming man indefinitely

Gone high on a drug we can’t define

Lost in the sky where the

They say, come down girl – groundzero

But she’s on top of the world with her hero

Head in the clouds – we ain’t coming down

Cleared for touchdown but ain’t no one touched ground.

13/14

Fallen Angel

First time I met you was like an angel had in my life flown

Your blue eyes from which a mysterious light shone

The pale peach pink hint hidden in your cheek

The sharp and fragile line of your chin

Framed by your long, silky blonde hair

You had me enraptured like I could walk on air

Touched just a little, afraid you could disappear

But no, you drew closer and dissipate did my fears

Angel – you were brilliantly bright

Like deer in headlights, twas dazzled by your light

Mystical presence that you are, filling me with euphoria

All those times of misery and pain lost to dementia

So we continued for time hand in hand

You the angel, and I the mortal man that I am

Now these stories are meant to close happy ever after

But if you read farther, this story gets darker

For as time passed, your light began to fade

And as it did, it revealed the dreadful masquerade

You were not all that you appeared to be

But behind those rosy lips were sharp teeth

You have an insatiable appetite – for blood

Straight from wounds in the backs of those you ‘loved’.

The mystery in your eyes, is not one of delight but rather lies

Such as how can you blatantly lie to my eyes?

You were an angel, of that there is no doubt

There’s one slight problem – you got kicked out

You’re down here because in heaven you failed

Where you really live and dwell is a place called hell

Almost brought me under – fiendish monster you are

You’re a fallen angel – a fallen star who no longer shines

12/14

Nights Like These

On nights like these, I reminisce

When together our lives we lived

When the sun was hidden behind the clouds

And the rain came pelting down

Watching old movies side by side

Lulled by the pattering of rain outside

The world outside is cold and harsh

But here we have warmth and love

Holding your hand, lining up our fingers

The brush of your lips lingers

Finding ourselves speaking in whispers

Like passing on classified secrets

Head resting on my chest, soft sigh

Don’t move, where you are is just right

The lightning flashes, thunder roars

We shrug and snuggle up a little more

The word outside is harsh and cold

But in here love has made its abode

7/14

Note: why the numbers 7/14? Completing a bucket list challenge to write 14 days in a row. Today is 7 days of consecutive poems being written. 🙂