It Doesn’t Matter

No matter how much I try

I cannot turn off my heart

No matter how much I wish

The past does not return

No matter how much I dream

There is no future us

No matter how much it hurts

I must be sensible

No matter what

I must walk away


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – sensible

Something New

I’ve felt this before
It is nothing new
A hollow empty feeling
As you walk away from me

I have seen this before
It is nothing new
A dark vacant doorway
As you leave me alone

I have endured this pain before
It is nothing new
A breaking of my heart
As you turn again to her

I will no longer stay like before
This is something new
A strength I feel inside
As I pack my things and go


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – heart

A Future Apart

Swollen eyes
Red and watery
I’m tired to the very core
Everything hurts
But not as much
As my heart does
You walked away
And somehow I let you
But now the pain
Is raw and real
I’m not sure it was right
I still love you
But I know to keep
Our peace of mind
It had to happen
We just couldn’t
Survive the differences
Of where the future
Was taking us
And so I must
Go on without you
If I can only survive this pain


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – swollen

Yours (FOWC)

Take my heart
It’s already yours
I wont need it when you’re gone
It will be something picayune
So rip it from my chest
It only beats for you
I don’t need it for survival
For there is nothing left of life


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – picayune

A Spring Wedding

He told her he was going to get married. All her heart heard was she was betrayed. She had known him since kindergarten and they had promised to get married and have a family one day. He had passed it off as a childhood fantasy, but she felt deeply it was real. She smiled and said, “Congratualations! I hope the two of you will be very happy.”

“Thanks. You, of course will be a part of the wedding party, I insist.” He added with a smile, “Maybe you can be my best (wo)man, is that allowed?”

She began to cry.

“She’s a lot like you.”

The words burned my heart

You compared her to me

“Not to be rude…” is what you said

But rude was not the comparison –

It was a flash fire scorching my love

Leaving my devotion in ashes

Wondering what I ever did wrong

That you didn’t want me…


For the daily prompt scorched

Falling On Deaf Ears

I scream the words in silent fits of rage
They flow mist like past the unaware ears
Never do they meet and my heart shatters
Knowing the truth would be my death
The words were as honest
As the deafening silence replied
Creating a vacuum of unanswered dreams
A black hole my heart disappears into
One shard at a time…