Should’ve Known

Why aren’t you here?
To be my savior and vanquish every fear?
Were you frightened by the mere
thought that maybe you wouldn’t be able to wipe this tear?
This tear, that glides smoothly down my cheek,
I listen to you, as you start to speak,
you act as though I am weak.
Well guess what, I’m not the weak one.
You and your words helped me realize I don’t need you,
and I don’t care what you do,
you and I were one, but now we’re two,
works make way for me for I’m brand new.
Unattached and free, it’s true,
I’ll forget everything I thought I knew,
for a self-reinvention I’ve long been due,
but really, after everything we’ve been through,
I should have known better than to fall for you.
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Tell Me

Hold it together,
for you needed to be there when I needed you,
when I fell down, you needed to pick me up,
I needed you to pick me up.
Hold it together
because when I’m falling
you should be running
to pick me up, dust me off, and tell me
that everything is going to be okay…
but will it?
Will there be a day when you,
my hero in silver armor,
can be my hero
and save me?
Save me, from the souls who don’t want to be saved,
from the poison spewed by spite
from the lies and loss that walk hand-in-hand with the world.
Tell me, that’s not how life is.
Tell me that the world is a good place,
a good place to live and to be.
Tell me it’s going to be okay.
Tell me you are going to be okay,
and maybe one day, you’ll save me.
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They Do Not Understand

This poem was written for a friend being bullied

They do not understand.

A gaping hole in a heart kept secret,
A story whispered so no one can hear it.
A finger pressed to the lips to hide it,
An untold tragedy hidden inside it.

They do not understand.

A single tear rolls down your cheek,
A brave face, you are not weak.
A single smile like a beam of sun,
Your work to hide it is never done.

They do not understand.

A warm hand reaches for ours,
A battle cry in hidden wars.
A single blue eye offers a wink,
A ticking clock, no time to think.

They do not understand.

Another hand gropes blind,
Another person, another mind.
Another hand to cling to, to hug and to hold,
Someone with which your story is told.

I understand.

Through a starving fire,
Through a raging storm,
I will hold you,  hug you,
and keep you warm.

I understand.

Another hand reaches out,
The two hands are better together,
I understand, and I will be there,
yesterday, now and forever.

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She Won’t Remember

This poem is dedicated to my grandmother, who has Alzheimers.

Tanned feet,
Stretched out on the warm sand,
With the Florida Sun shining down.
In a few years,
Or maybe a few months,
She won’t remember.

She won’t remember,
the feeling of the warm Florida Sun,
or the days spent at the beach,

A warm embrace,
the warm embrace of a loved one,
a heart held close to hers,
but she won’t remember.

A soft kiss planted on her cheek,
From the man who stole her heart,
But she won’t remember.

A loving gaze passed from eye to eye,
From the boy who warmed her heart,
But she won’t remember.

It hurts to know,
That her memories will fade.
It hurts to know,
She’ll become an empty shell of a human,
At one time or another.

At one point in time,
She will no longer be herself.

She will change.

Her memories will disappear,
Taking her personality with them,
And her love,
And her life,
And everything that makes her who she is…
Will be gone.

I can remember,
The days that made up the weeks,
That made up the months,
That made up the years,
That I have spent in her arms,
In her care.
I can remember,
But she never will.

She will never remember,
But I will never forget.

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