You didn’t read how our story ends
Even though it was your hand that wrote it.
Maybe you pictured yourself a hero
and I didn’t need saving.
Maybe you saw yourself kind
and I didn’t need kindness either.
But someday, when you figure out
how to love in earnest,
You’ll open up our book and read til the very end
And know that I never said it was all your fault.
I used to fill my days to the brim
Never giving a moment’s pause,
Ignoring your gentle tugging;
Your antics, always trying to
steer my attention; stealing what
Limited time I have to climb that
golden ladder with no end in sight.
Don’t you understand how precious
my time is and how
the softness of your lips;
Your warm breath on my ear;
Even your delicious sweat
Are all unwelcome distractions?
But now, how odd that what I thought
I didn’t have enough of, I have in such abundance;
Now I spend days hugging unwashed sheets;
Inhaling the scent from the clothes you left behind;
Remembering the words you breathed in my ear.
What will I do now with all this time?
Me? I’m fine. Really.
But if there’s a karma god out there
watching over broken pets,
you better know what to say.
You broke our cat.
Every day, she walks around the house in a daze.
In want of an explanation
of why she’s no longer getting those
ear rubs, the kind that makes her purr.
Of why she’s no longer seeing two pairs
of legs under the dinner table.
Of why her sleep isn’t interrupted
by your stubby face buried on her belly.
She peers into my eyes with her head slightly tilted
waiting for an answer that I don’t have.
Maybe it’s time you tell her
what happened to us.
Walk away
There’s a disaster waiting to happen
Of a magnitude only the heartbroken
Will understand.
Look away
Avert your eyes from the carnage
A parade of lovers in their carriage
Taunting the bereaved.
Run away
But still, the stench of despair
Will follow you anywhere.
How long the day.
@2017 Anj CP
She’ll break the rules
She’ll use all tools
To make you glance
To take a chance
She’ll fill your mind
With words so kind
Put you at ease
Show skin to tease
Be smart, be cute
Spout words of truth
She’ll be your all…
But please don’t fall.
Fall from her grace,
And you will face
A wild banshee
A thrashing tree
She’ll kick, she’ll bite
Howl in the night
Don’t cross her path,
Incur her wrath,
My heart’s no fool
She’ll break all rules.
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