The Break Up- revised

“Let’s just take a break.”
“We’ll be ok.”
But it was all a lie, a complete and utter lie.
All the memories began to float away as
The pain of a needle settled into my heart.
The red rose from the first date at Ruggeri’s Italian Restaurant welted.
The stuffed animal panda from the carnival in Hatsfield became scratchy and broke.
The little red heart card claiming “Be mine forever” from Valentine’s Day ripped in half;
Just like my heart split after he broke up with me.

My room was no longer my room; it was a museum to his memory.
Sitting Indian style, curled up in the middle of the dulled blue carpet, forehead on knees, I cried.
There was the green hoodie hanging limp and spiritless from my bed post.
There was the Abercrombie navy blue t shirt I used to sleep in, wrinkled and dirty.
He had been my world, my first real boyfriend.

I couldn’t go back to that high school, not with all of them watching.
They would know; they would realize I wasn’t in the outfit he gave me for my birthday.
They would know I wouldn’t smell the same, wouldn’t have that rustic guy smell that was his scent alone, that smell of smoke and hazel and coffee all stirred together like stew in a pot.
They would see the bracelet gone, the little heart charms now hiding around my room, scattered from an angry rage.
They would notice the empty fingers without the many silver and gold rings he spoiled me with.
The Fenway Golf mini golf score card from our third date on June 4th was torn up and faded, swept by the wind out of my window like his love for me, gone just as quickly as it had come.

Behind a Dream- revised

Underneath a floating cloud, like a bubble just coming from its wand,
Covered in a thin silver lining, sits a magical dream from the essence of a unicorn’s hoofed feet.
A dream that keeps alive the human it belongs to,
That gives them something to strive for,
A dream that guides them on the rocky pebbled covered path that is life.
But a dream is only a dream after all, the smallest ripple in the winding stream.
Some believe it worthless, a penny thrown into a fountain never to be seen again.
Others believe unachievable like grasping a piece of thread from a haystack.
Some want to give up on what keeps them living.
But it is only a dream, a helpless dream, a drowning sea turtle lost in the waves,
That cannot do anything with itself.
It needs to be loved and handled with care, like a newborn puppy struggling to suckle.
It needs to have effort woven into it, a handmade quilt sewn together piece by piece,
And the deepest love of life sown into its fields, plowed in by the loving hand of the farmer.
It cannot be without the commitment or determination of the strongest among us,
Not without a certain courage and bravery of the heart, ready to defend and act at a moment’s notice.
But a dream is strong like a boulder covered in the moss of time.
It can make those believe in something seen as impossible as flying.
A dream gives the dreamer something to look forward to, like the promotion they’re yearning for,
And injects a needle of toughness and love in the mind and soul.
A dream can give a person just what they need,
Something to survive through the terrors of time.

Bleeding Heart

The heart does not bleed for pain, but for joy.
It bleeds of a love so pure, so innocent, so perfect;
That none other than the ones who share it understand.
The heart bleeds once it finds that person; that one person.

That one person to make a life complete.
That one person that can understand it all.
That one person that gives you a chance when you feel like you don't deserve it.
That one person that embodies the definition of soulmate.

Some believe the heart bleeds for pain;
For the wrenching feeling of a love long lost.
But it does not bleed then, it cries.
It only bleeds when the truest, purest form of love comes around.

"Death does not part true love; it can only delay it for awhile."

Behind a Dream- currently under revision

Underneath a floating cloud, covered in a thin silver lining,
Sits a dream, a magical dream, an impossible dream.
A dream that keeps the human it belongs to alive,
A dream that gives them something to strive for,
A dream that guides them on the path that is life.
But a dream is only a dream after all,
Some believe worthless; others believe unachievable.
Some want to give up on what keeps them living.
But it is only a dream, a helpless dream,
That cannot do anything with itself, it needs to be manipulated.
It needs to be loved and handled with care,
It needs to have effort woven into it,
And the deepest love of life sown into its fields.
It cannot be without commitment or determination,
Or with a certain courage of the heart.
But a dream is strong and a dream can turn the nonbelievers.
A dream can make those believe in something seen impossible.
A dream gives hope to those without any left in their hearts.
A dream injects an amount of toughness and love in the mind and soul.
A dream can give a person just what they need,
Something to live for.

Uncontrollable Thirst

Everywhere I go, it's there,
Nagging, pulling at my throat.
Yearning and begging for that one thing,
that could cure my uncontrollable thirst.

The need is strangled from a tired body and,
Needing it. must have it, for every drop of air.
For every pulse of blood running through my veins,
that could cure my uncontrollable need.

It's that thing called love,
Always there and never going away.
It fills the heart and soul,
and cures the uncontrollable thirst at last.

The Writer's Tale

Foot by foot,
Word by word,
Life goes on,
The story gets written.

Piece by piece,
Noun by noun,
Actions blur together,
Things begin existing.

Step by step,
Adjective by adjective,
We keep walking,
And the story gets longer.

Cloud by cloud,
Sentence by sentence,
The camera keeps rolling,
The writer weaves the words.

Heartbeats ring,
Emotions roar,
And the story of life,
Is never complete…