A Lover’s Quarrel

Dearest Lover,
Whisper in the evening
All the ways that we make sense
Sneak away from your dear spouse
When the sun breaks above the fence
Grip your hands around my waist
Your eyes ablaze from sinful lust
Temptation worn from morn to noon
A break in your dear spouse’s trust
When feelings catch like fish to bait
A quick escape plots through your mind
It’s but an hour I will wait
Until you seek our stolen time
Xoxo, Her

Dear Lover,
A twist and turn between the sheets
while satisfied, means not of love
It’s my betrothed that I’ve avowed
and will fulfill come push or shove
The moments shared so full of shame
though craved must come now to an end
For feelings felt cause quite the stir
The heart’s the hardest thing to mend
Though you may catch my longing glance
to steal a moment raw and wrong
A stronger will has been instilled
Lust fades away, so thus, so ‘long
Xo, Him

Dearest Lover,
What’s a goodbye without some skin exposed in coitus, pure and true
If honesty were to be pressed
I love you and you love me too
The drive to dodge is natural when two wrongs make the perfect right
Guilt breeds most fear, I understand
So we should meet when moon shows bright
A shock runs rampant through my veins
Your lingered touch so much the cause
I know that you have felt the same
Your heart fell victim to love’s laws
If it’s goodbye you still persist
Your promise false of us to come
It’s me you’ll never see again
Though easier said than will be done
Xoxo, Her

Dear Lover,
Please understand there’s no regret
The time we’ve shared won’t be erased
My truest self had been revealed
whenever my eyes met your face
And what I feel has no real place as we had formed out of a lie
I’ll meet you where we used to go
If nothing more to say goodbye
The time will pass and you will find that in my absence you have won
You’re something special, that rings true
But me, my love, I’m not the one
Xo, Him

Dearest Love,
And so it’s true, you’ve chosen her
I guess it’s meant to be this way
But I can’t help but feel so used
After the things you used to say
The trips to sea-shell filled lost islands
and all the riches that you swore
How you said one day I’d be yours as we picked rings out at the store
More than just sex, it was each other
I know that everything was real
But now I must break my own heart and deny how you make me feel
Thank you for the best times I’ve had and the worst nights that’s sure to come
You may not feel like it right now, but know to me, you were the one
Xoxo, Her No Longer

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Bad Love

I was supposed to scream stop
but I didn’t
My voice wouldn’t come out because I knew you
or I thought I did
Before your fingers found my throat and wrapped around me like a coat
I was sure you’d be the father to my kid
or at least you were supposed to be
But I didn’t tell you about it because that night you came home
higher than a sky scraper
And pulled me out of bed
shoved my shirt over my head
and stole my choices from me
Ripped my heart apart like paper
and my legs
The next day I did the thing I can’t say
because for once I caught a glimpse of what the future might hold
It was clear I had to get away
The tears and the blood flowed evenly for days
and you made that comment about PMS
Threw a chocolate bar at my face
and told me to stay away
until I was useful again
My womb leaked down my legs from unborn innocence
while your lust drove you mad
Raunchy comments and crude jesters made me more than uncomfortable
But it didn’t matter as long as the sex was had
for you at least
I didn’t know it could hurt to hate someone I thought I loved
The anger was there in small doses but I’d gotten used to your punches and your shoves
Finally mustered up some liquid courage
to slur out my demands
that I was done catching the blows After you sucked that powder up your nose
you laughed and said I’d need a man
eventually anyway
and that I wasn’t going anywhere
Remember the night I packed?
You grabbed my bags right out of my hands and threw them across the room along with my body
but I still left anyway
Crept down the stairs, scared and bruised
and embraced the December wind without a sweater because you hid it that day
And I cried hard that night because I thought I missed you
because I thought I knew that those were things you wouldn’t do

When She’s Broken

She ripped the dangling piece from her chest
And stored it with the others
The fragments he’d shattered varied in size
In shape
In places broken from
She shoved the shards away, careful not to self inflict
Again
His words were daggers but her thoughts were bullets
And it was hard to protect herself from her and him
The bits of her that remained hung crooked
Jagged edges forming her delicate frame
Scarred and scared she had pieced together her remnants
A puzzle missing pieces
And returned what was left of her to him
A target across her heart

Tough

She trekked through the tall thick grass

Not knowing it was made glass

As the feeling to her limbs had been numb for years

Countless hours heaving Mother’s weight

Her youth needy

And the palms of the greedy itching for their dues 

So she pressed on

aches turned trivial overtime 

to a shelterless comparison

A frigid cold night on a bench in former years warned her well

So each day she trekked through the tall thick grass

Not knowing it was made glass

Lenses

I’d like to be one of those people who can wear sunglasses at night, naturally because it suits my mood just right

To add a rosy touch to the horrifying sight of people not recognizing people 

sitting idle on their steeple of morals and “thou shalt nots” 

While bodies build up in the corner behind

smugly hidden in plain sight because when

they’ve no reason to fear, they’ll wear their heart on their sleeve and leave their soul in the wind

As a friend of a family friend will ensure the win and nothing’ll change

Or be noticed 

and that’s the honour of those sunglasses at night

Shielded from the dark and hidden from the light 

Uneasily swayed by the choir of voices streaming choruses of 

Truth and reality 

The same stories smeared across the screens of the teens being preened for our future

Lined up in cliques trying to figure out how their actions affect the future and fuck the past

And how the silence never lasts because someone will get fed up

Someone will stand up and demand that the lenses be crushed

Rosy or not

Cause a rose without a name would smell just as sweet 

And admitting defeat would complete the transition to truth 

The heaviest pill to swallow

So they’ll walk around with shaded eyes,

heavy with lies because it’s easier to create a disguise

Cool, calm and collected behind those moonlit lenses

Someone I’d like to be, 

but my voice is too loud

Photographs

He kept them in pictures

Each memory capsuled in a frozen time made of ink and glossy paper

Guarded by a plastic shield ; a protection stronger than his own skin

And his heart held holes in proof 

Like acne, wounds spread around his insides 

Sores and scabs inflicted with no remorse or intent to heal

And he remained skewed,

only finding comfort in the fleeting moments imprisoned between the pages of then and no longer

Kindergarten Stuff

Its not sharing if you steal it first

Taking what you please

and setting a timer

Boundaries even

Scheduling visits with limits

Racking up rules for my own property

with no condolence in my loss

Just fees and absentee reminders that

your greater numbers pose a threat to my sucker-punched kin 

and that 

big hearts experience big loss but gain greater success

as a big voice expels after much deliberation

Patience

When joint custody is no longer satisfying enough 

and I take back what was mine all along

A receipt to ensure no memory loss imprints:

It’s not sharing if you steal it first.