I’m sorry for the things I said,And for the things I couldn’t say,The things I didn’t tell you,Despite knowing that I should. I’m sorry for saying too much,I told you more than you wanted to know,Things you didn’t need to hear,I pushed on through knowing it was wrong. I’m sorry I pushed you away,I did it to ease my own mind,To settle my chaotic thoughts,Even though I knew it meant you’d go. I’m sorry that you’re leaving,T...

Jane awoke with a start and a short scream and looked wildly around the room, it took a few seconds for her to remember where she was. She relaxed when she realized that she was back on the couch in Victor's cabin. Jane then began to question herself. Did she actually get up? Did she actually discover that there was a hidden back room? Did she really see what she thought saw? The last thing she clearly remembered was scre...

I open my mouth Sounds spill out Thoughts form words But my feelings are not heard You yell and scream I try to explain but face defeat You cannot see what I see Refuse to stop and hear me You point accusingly And hurl accusations at me I try to find ways to make you see But it just gets ugly You are mad, you are done  I feel the sting as my tears come But you don't care  You turn away, leaving me there I guess our love w...

Be happy You command I try to smile I play pretend Be normal You order  I try to do it But it's not easy You want pretty I don make up You want funny I learn jokes You want support I lend an ear You want time I give all of mine You want aid I rush to your side But you want  And you want But I am just me I am not perfect  As you want me You accuse  I say sorry  You shame  I take the blame But I shall remain Faithfully your...

I try so hard I give it my best I try to please you I give you all you request But you are so loud  And so very self focused You are easily offended You think I talk to much You feel I don't act right You hold it over me Day and night My every action is observed I try to be perfect But you always seem perturbed I want you to love me Or like me at least But you push me away There are others who come first I try to understa...

Betsy stood, hands linked at her waist. Agitated, her right thumb rubbed back and forth over her left thumb. “Hi sweetheart,” I said, advancing for my welcome home kiss. “Please, don’t shout at me.” Pale blue eyes were pleading, almost fearful. I halted in my tracks. “Why would I do that?” Betsy sighed and spread her arms wide before letting them fall, hands slapping against her thighs. “Just don’t, please.” “What’s wrong...

I'm a little bit drunk now as I write this,But isn't it drunks that tell the truth?I hurt you before but didn't notice,Will this apology ring true?When I look at me,I see flaws everywhere I look,But when I look at you,You're flawless in my book.You tell me I need to see,In me what I see in you,But when all you see is flawless,How can you to yourself be true?Nothing lives up to my outlook,Of pretty wonderful you,Though you...

“I’m sorry.”“That’s it, you’re sorry?”“What more do you want from me? Yes, I screwed up, and I apologized. Can we please just go to bed?”“You screwed up all right.”“Oh, c’mon, are you going to blow this all out of proportion? I told you, nothing happened. We exchanged a few e-mails, big deal.”“E-mails containing naked pictures, so yeah, I’d say it is a big deal.”“But they didn’t mean anything!”“So then why’d you send them...

Light tries to tumble through my windowBut it only hits the glassAnd bounces back into summer.Curled up on my bed,Huddled under the blanketTo hide the cuts and ribboned pain,I see it throw itselfAgain and again,Hurling itself with rumbunctious abandonTo slap me in the face and throw me to the ground.Meaningless.The light cannot touch me now.Night jasmine is sweet and beautifulAnd scents the air with delicious perfume.It h...

It’s time to stop being cute and coy and simply wish you Christmas joy because the day is rapidly approaching. May you smile at all the lights that brighten up the winter nights and I’ll stop being caustic and reproaching. Reindeer should not swear at elves. They should just be their furry selves. (I confess I wrote the swearing scene.) Policemen should not shoot till dead an innocent Mr. Potato Head. (My work again, so v...