You Told Me

You're dying you told me.

The doctors have given you only a few months,

and you are alone.

I wish you were here, so I could help you these final few months.

I would make sure you are housed, fed, and loved.

Maybe we would marry like we have talked about.

You only had an im, and you have been on it lately.

I miss you, I love you.

I want to cry but I cannot.

Are you safe or homeless?

Are you fed or hungry?

Are you loved or unloved?

I hope those questions are yes for you, but I no not.

I want to help you to die with dignity.

To die with someone who loves you and you love back.

Even if I never hear from you again, you will always be in my heart.

All I want is for you to die with dignity,

and if I would be apart of that my wish will come true.






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Words and Escape

Oh oh. Here it goes again.

I stare between the eyes.

Hateful words come out.

I stay stoic.

I hear words like stupid, dumb, idiot pass my ears.

Yeah, yeah goes through my mind.

Threats chill me.

I remain steadfast.

Anger increases.

I plan my escape.

Then all is quiet.

I exhale slowly.

Footsteps fade.

I leave permanently.

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Drip, For Once

For once, I am doing something for me.

Drip, drip, drip.

For once, I have control of my life.

Drip, drip, drip.

For once, I am happy.

Drip, drip, drip.

For once, I only hear the silence.

Drip, drip, drip.

For once, I hear no insults.

Drip, drip, drip.

For once, I let the drips continue.

Drip, drip, drip.

For once, I am not afraid.

Drip, drip, drip.

For once, I smile a real smile.

Drip, drip, drip.

For once, I have no fear.

Drip, drip, drip.

For once, I am at peace.

Drip, drip, drip.





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You and I

You are focused on I,

while I am focused on you.

Things are not going well,

and I do not know why.

I feel my love slipping away,

slipping away from you.

What is happening to me?

Why do I feel this way?

Then one day, I end it.

Surprise for you.

I am sorry.

I had to end it.

I have no love for you.

I do not know why.





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Waiting on an Island for You

Waiting on an island

for you and only you,

but you fail to cross the bridge

that connects you to me.

Is it fear of being hurt again

for you have been hurt so much?

I await for you,

with unconditional love

that you will not fear.

For on the island,

to help the unconditional love grow,

I spread the seed of equality for both of us.

Since we are equals, I wait to share my love

with you and await your love to share with me.

But alone, I wait and wait and wait.

And I start to wonder how long should I wait?

How long till the island is deserted?

I want you with me, but I cannot cross that bridge for you.

I want you. I want you. I want you.

But I will not wait forever.




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Dreaming and Achieving

Dreaming of my goal.

Going for it.

Dreams dashed - temporarily.

It is not the end of the world,

even it felt like it at the time.

Life goes on,

so will I.

Stopping, evaluating, planning.

Plan, change, act.

Keep believing in myself.

Dwell on what  is possible.

Focus on the goal.

Then one day, my dreams

will become reality -

Achieving my goal.





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Fun, then Hope.

Fun, fun, fun.

The kids are having fun.

Laughing, playing, being kids

Adults watching them.

Smiling, relaxing, laughing too.

Then shock, horror, oh my god....

The ambulance comes and goes.

The hospital staff do what they can.

The patient remains unconcious.

Questions and answers go back and forth.

Will she wake up?  Maybe. Maybe not.

How long will she be unconcious? Unknown.

How bad is the damage? Who knows.

Will she fully recover? We do not know.

What do you know then? Hope, there is hope, always hope.

The patient remains unconcious.

Hope hangs in the air and in loved ones hearts.





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