True Love

It's a wild ride. Or, at least, it has been For her and me. Maybe some people are lucky. Their true love occurs easily. Two people who should be together Brought together and kept together The instant they meet. We weren't that lucky. But we were still lucky. Because we are in true love. Neither … Continue reading True Love

She Has No Idea

What she's missing out on. Sounds arrogant, but it's not. She once said, slightly ironically Literally: "I'm amazing." And she was right. But so am I. And the tragically ironic part? She knows it. She knows the man She's currently with Is not her equal. He's an idiot. He's also a liar A dog. An … Continue reading She Has No Idea

She’s Arrived

On a leaky boat. Across a stormy ocean. For twenty-seven years. And I've stood on the dock Through two summers and winters Smoking cigarettes and writing Poetry to her. Crying, laughing. Enduring the deepest depths of despair And highest highs of elation. Waiting. She's on the ship. It's rusty, covered in barnacles. Full of her … Continue reading She’s Arrived

She Really Is

The best thing that ever happened to me. The love. The pain. The anger. The sorrow. All of such magnitude that only Two things were possible: My destruction, or My rebirth. And I'm still here. These words are proof. Everything superfluous to me Is gone, now. There is nothing I do Nothing I say Or … Continue reading She Really Is

Love is Patience

It's been 543 days since we last spoke. She said she wasn't going to read my message. Then she contradicted herself by addressing the last paragraph I wrote, then blocked me. I know she read the whole thing. And I know she knows I'm right. It's not that we always agreed with each other. That's … Continue reading Love is Patience