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Firstly I had an onesided love with a man
Who turned out to never have had a plan.
He played guitar, he always loved music,
But he never cared for my heart so lovesick.
This man once first loved me with a passion
Until he reverted back to his strict religion.
He expected me to change myself for him,
But I am a woman who follows every whim.
I loved him despite being held arm's length,
Because I bear understanding and strength.
Even though we were nice, I was not enough.
He never saw me as a diamond in the rough.
Rather than try to appease this hypocrite,
I decided one day to just let him have it:
The truth of how he made me feel conflicted
In my own mind over all things he defended.
These transparent teardrops gently smack onto my table,
As I am writing a letter to the first love of my fable,
Praying for him to soon forgive me as much as he is able.
Dear coffee I need him like I need you;
My tears won’t dry they keep running,
heart in ruin I don’t know what to do;
That reflection can’t be who I’m becoming;
All I can taste is the lattes he made me
blended with laughter and music he’d sing;
I see his shadow outside where he would be;
Particles dissolve along with a speaker
collapsing into the taste of discarded coffee;
Not hearing his voice now is too much to bare,
I want so badly for him to be right here.
time moves on for me
as my heart seeks another
my love for him fails
Colors of sorrow
Black, gray – faithless
Melancholy
Breaking through my
Deepest thoughts
Into my heart’s
Haven of hope
Drifting in and out
Like the beating
Echoed through my veins
Bleeding, flowing in rich
Crimson drops
Feelings rearranged
Within me
Revealing the way
To breathe in
Blankets
Of
Dark angst
Fear and mourning
Regret that weeps
With grief for – not only
What has been in yesterday
But what is to come again
With the rising of the sun
And the longing within
By soul
A teardrop flows
Cheerlessly
Expressing the way
Toward despair
Where my feelings
Know only the aching
Pain that lives
To cut through my
Feelings for him
The one who did me in
With his selfishness
And greed for
My tears
He was an angry wasp, zooming around the kindergarten classroom.
Stinging other children with hits, smacks, pops and bites.
They were terrified of him within the first hour or so.
The teacher was losing her cool, her anger was showing on her face now.
Even the kindergarteners who had not been stung did not care for him.
They did not like watching him hurt others, and they saw the teacher’s face.
She hated him, so they would hate him too.
It was what he wanted. He liked the validation.
It proved that his parents were right.
He was unlovable.
We met in a land where the leaves
Turn as gold as desert sand.
We met by chance,
Now we are lost in our romance.
His kiss fills me with bliss.
This imaginary oasis is no illusion.
Our love, no mirage in a desert.
We met fatedly, near trees,
The sun shining through.
We met and felt meant to be.
Soon we must continue our own journeys.
My compassion and love for him
Makes me feel like this.
Our love, though warm,
May someday blow away like falling leaves.
She Speaks Love To Him
her
past love
speaks to him
in her poems
her words like crumbs on a trail for his eyes
leading him to her silhouette of warmth
she bares her soul
cries of pain
It hurts
her
connie pachecho
1/18/17