Coil of shattered promises

grows tighter, as I regret

my failure to brave

the river between us.

Pain drips on the floor,

melting candle of anguish.

I move closer to where

he used to be but

he hovers beyond

my struggling reach.

I break in frozen pieces

like icicles in winter -

a cold wind gusts

upon my brow,

feeling chilled by

door left open,

leading to deep

drowning pool

of wet tears.

Following empty snowdrifts

of sprinkled regret

I never reach horizon -

a slow motion spinning

toward the dark night,

lying forlorn in my bed

covered in sheets

of sorrow, his scent

lingering on my skin.

I should have never asked to see you

I should have listen and stayed away

I should have gone to church more

I should have at least more prayed

Rolling down life's interstate 

Lines fly by 

Like faded memories 

Twists and turns 

A detour or two 

Road construction 

Few bumps in the road 

Seems like I've been traveling this 

same road for too many years 

It won't matter it will all be gone 

When I reach my destination

Of what was but could never be  

Treasure my love in the folds of your pocket,

imbibe tranquil memories of feet hitting sand,

float on breathless wind currents as you’re left

with faded reflections and frayed, ripped jeans.

Look for me in passing faces but you won’t find

the missing puzzle piece to TOGETHER AGAIN.

Your longing reveries will lay stake to your heart

in sunlight beaming through windows of our past.

Seagulls cry as you lift our oceans to your soul,

prisms of your eyes mourn empty twisted sheets,

wrapping you snugly in remembered cozy words,

our rich varnished wood of existence once near,

a lingering scent as we walk into spiraled darkness,

a non-existence that hovers within broken pieces.

It won’t matter because I’ll be gone and you’ll be left

CHASING MEMORIES OF WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN.

Smooth to the touch.

Pale to the eye.

Oh how you once hurt.

Oh how I did cry.

Gut wrenching pain.

Endless first aid.

I hoped that one day.

You soon would fade.

Month after month.

You never left me.

You stayed by my side.

For each being to see.

Soon you fit in.

Like one of the stars.

I will never forget.

One of my first scars.

Hanging by a thread of the past

Desperate for these scars to fade away

Starving for sanity that would never last

There is not enough time in a day

This is who I am, who I am meant to be

My heart may have been crippled

These scars are meant for everyone to see

My ever-lasting soul shows no ripples

The past may have cut me open to some degree

I kept on closing my vein to be free

It drained the dignity out of me

No matter what I will be wearing these scars for eternity.

We were sitting in the tree like we did every summer. Just me and my cousin. Nothing could go wrong. Then the neighbor came out onto her porch. We had dubbed her 'the mean lady' when we were seven and eight. She crossed the yard and came into the woods. She didn't stop until she was standing below us. At that point my heart was threatening to burst out of my throat, we hadn't called her mean for nothing, even little kids have their reasons. "Any reason you girls are on my property?" She asked, her voice was innocent enough but my cousin and I both very well knew she couldn't be trusted. Then we said something very intelligent like "um uh no uh sorry yeah..." Then we jumped out of the tree and ran back to the safety of our grandparents backyard. Just for the record, that wasn't her property! I was mad. I also felt guilty. We should have explained what the heck we were doing! I decided to walk next door and explain myself. My cousin stayed behind. At the time I thought she was being a coward. Now, I don't blame her. The walkway up to her porch took eternity. Or maybe a few seconds. When I finally got to the brick porch I knocked. I practiced what I was going to say in my head while I waited. Finally I heard jingling from around the corner of the house. Two big dogs with gold fur, pointy ears and big teeth came around the corner. Oh yeah did I mention that she has dogs? That could be important. At first I was as stiff as the brick porch I was standing on. Then, I remembered reading somewhere that dogs could smell fear. I loosened up and smiled trying to act calm. At first the dogs just smelled me, I let them. Then they started jumping on me, they were big and I'm short so I wasn't cool with that but I stayed calm anyway. Then they started barking and one tried to bite me. I knew my only choice was to run. It was an insane idea they could outrun me no problem! But it was my only choice. I leaped of the porch and took off running.

The doctor at the emergency care said the bite should heal up fast even though my leg would be sore for a while because the tooth tore a tissue layer. The scratches on my back weren't to deep so they would be okay too. She told me I was lucky. If the dog had managed to pin me down then the bite would be much deeper. I left feeling sore worn out and just confused.

The bite did close up quickly like the doctor said, but it left a scar. A little puncture mark on my thigh, reminding me of the bite for kindness

The indents

Upon my skin

Old yet new

Ugly but beautiful

Gross yet not

Pale patch

Lines across

Some overlap

Some do not

My brush

Of a blade

Painted a picture

In all red

All over my arms

All over my legs