I’d never do anything to hurt you
On the phone
at 3 AM. The line goes dead
as I wonder if I took hold of you
The way you took hold of me.
You sank into my mind
And made it your home.
You still captivate me.
My mind is full of you
and all your empty promises.
It’s not fair that you were
Able to grab me so quickly.
You swept me up
Before I had a chance to
See what was happening.
Why do I love you?
Why don’t I hate you?
I wish I could read your mind
Just to know what you think
When I see you walk in
at 3:47, tears in my eyes,
because I know from the
scent of that jasmine perfume
just where you’ve been.
Long lost lover living out
of sight, out of mind. I find myself
forgetting how it was to lay
eyes upon you, to lay beside
the water, to feel the soft caress
of your whispered words on my
waiting ear. Lover half a world away,
I no longer remember the sharp
glint of your smile, the sensuous
depth of your laughter. All I remember
Is your impossible perfection. Absence
makes the heart grow ill, poisons
memories to be larger than
love. Stay away lover, I fear
you’ll rob me of my love for your
image. I have broken a commandment;
I idolize your memory above you.
You ask why I always
Assume the worst
And I tell you that
If I assume the worst
I can’t be disappointed.
But the truth is, I always
Assume the worst
Because all I want
Is for you to tell me
Just how wrong I am.
Hard rock as the door lock slides
slowly into place, drowning out the
memory of your face before you
stepped over the threshold. The
timing was wrong but I had hoped we
would fight to save what wasn’t yet
broken. Now headless dolls stumbling
aimlessly across the toy box are what
we have become. Too far even to run
back into ear shot. Turn the music up.
Mother, I will not ask if you think
he is good for me. Did you know
that before I met him I was, in fact,
unhappy? Shall I listen to Polaris
to find my way north, find my way home?
The scent of rain wafts so sweet, wafts
so gentle wafts so cold. I will
not even mention how your mate
has devoured you, drowned you in lust.
Are you truly loved? Are you lonely?
Have your prayers been answered?
I have been upset by passing time and
pain and heartbreak and ceaseless rain.
I too have been devoured by false loves.
But now he sings softly in my ear
“I feel that when I’m old I’ll look at you
and know the world was beautiful.”
Mother, whatever you may say,
today the lovely sky is blue, the lovely clouds
are white, and the lovely breeze is cool.
Lone Tree - Rachel Schneider
Medium:
Calligraphy pens on paper
You don’t think I love you enough? How the hell
can I love you when I hardly know how to love
me? Who even am I? Why am I asking you,
if you bothered to know you wouldn’t tell me
to love you more when you know I love you
more than anything. Oh, but I guess that’s not
enough for the man who takes everything except
a chance to put someone else first.
His heart took a swan dive,
spelunking into his stomach with
a sickening splash. He could see
the hate in her eyes,
the hurt he’d brought her.
He had to look away.
He sees his stark reflection in the
glass of the door before it
slides silently away, welcoming him
into the forgiving warmth of the store,
warmth he knows he doesn’t deserve.
A little conversation is all it takes on
the beach at day break. Kiss me gently
as quiet notes waft across the sand
out of the open door of your car idling
in the background. The only sound is
you and me and the pristine waves as
your lips sear your name on my
tongue and the soft guitar serenades
the silence. Hold me closer, feel me warm
against you. The water is beautiful.
Bitch, you wanna see me sweat?
You shoulda seen me on top of him.
When you heard the news did you
think you’d won? I hate to break
it to you, but hon, even without my
touch he still thinks I’m good in bed.
And that’s when he’s thinking with
both heads. At least he was the
only one I shed my clothes for. I’m
sorry, I’m sure you needed the ego
boost when you realized he was too
good for you. Sweetheart,
green is not your color.