Her Story Unread

writing with love

Catch and Release July 6, 2011

What do I want?
What do I imagine?
Horror plagues your face
As the answers spill
From these troubled lips

So pure?
So righteous?
Allow me to introduce myself
Sick in depth
Beyond repair

A one way ticket to hell
Not sure I want to make the trip back
Another plight into lust
Snatched up without a fight
I practically begged

You wish
To be in my presence
Bathe in my light
Yet, I’m sure
Disappointment is all I’ll cause

Touch with one finger
Then retract into your fantasy
I won’t taste sweet
I won’t smell of love
I’ll sag and sway and disgust you away

Please stop
Turn around
Run deep into her arms
Where you belong
Remember me no more

After all
I am meant for another
One stroke at a time
I free you
From my grip

 

© LRS 2011

 

 

No Trespassing April 22, 2011

Sick to my stomach
Disgusted to say the least
I will not keep company in your filth.

You don’t understand what you’ve lost
What you have chased away.
All that could have been yours
Will go to someone else.
I know you don’t care now,
But someday you will.
I hope then you will make amends,
Rebuild relationships.

So easily you threw away
Such precious bonds
Gifts, from God,
Which are not promised to be here when you’re ready,
Selfish boy.

You cannot understand the magnitude
Of how you have forever killed a piece of me.
My soul, still connected to yours,
Will always be tainted by your
Vicious attempts to murder my affection.

Offered so much,
You violently turned your back on us.
Overpowered by self-hate,
You denied yourself a chance at real relationships
Outside of your selfish desires.

Consumed by the past
Haunted by loveless beings
You fought against the wrong force.
Pressed hard, away from love,
Instead of protecting yourself from thieves
Nagging at your soul.
You gave in, gave up, put up no fight.
With each passing day,
You allowed them to steal love from your grasp.

Refusing to see what you see
You cannot learn what is quite obvious.
Your doubt and hate
Keep you from experiencing our love.

I’m out. I’m done.
My heart is closed.
If you change your ways
I may allow you another glance.
Until then,
Keep Out.

© LRS 2011