Regret

When i was left,
I tried to act mature,
Buf if I could be back,
I would kill the both of you.

Consumed

The thought that keeps pervading
my every waking moment
[and undoubtedly my dreams]
is the softness of your hand.
Featherlight, you touched me.

Thirty years –
literally a billion seconds and counting in my life,
and so many wasted
remembering that singular breath in time.

Pistons fire in my psyche,
clustering and gathering together
in an intricate web of fantasy,
imagining what could have been,
what should have been,
and ignoring what was.

What was?

A tumbleweed of disease
skittering down a slope of
indiscretion and impulse,
picking up every dusty mote of
ambition
and flinging caution to the wind.

The arid clutches of my throat convulsed
and fear caught there.
Thank God for that tiny crumb of alarm,
and God damn it, too.

Your hand crumpled,
soft and birdlike in my terrified grip
as I flung it away.

Despite the fact that I had been
walking a waking dream,
imagining this very moment
for over a week.

And I could feel the power
I could have held over you,
and the power held over me.

That driving force that has driven me
to insanity,
a force that I’ve clung to
my entire life.

A need.

A need for power,
control,
complete domination.
And I felt that as my hand clutched yours.

But a power intervened,
one greater than the one
that has always consumed me.

By the Time...

My heart was ice and yours was glass,
and by the time mine started thawing,
yours began to crack.

And perhaps it was my morbid curiosity
[more possibly desperation]
or my innate desire for drama,
that drove me to
    tap, tap, tap
and cause your heart to finally shatter.

And by the time my heart was melting
as I reached to piece the
.....s..c...a. . .tt.. . e.. r.. .ed
..f.. r ... a. .g.. m e . . n. .. .t. s
together,
all that was left were jagged edges
that cut far deeper than I could ever imagine.

And after all the lies,
not even every truth
will ever mend the damage
that I've done.

My Biggest Mistake

I've never been so ashamed of myself, the day I decided to say no to new life was the day I decided not to have an opinion. I followed his lead like he loved me deeply but I soon realized that was a lie like every other thing he ever told me.

In love with a big family is still my dream, though I know I will always be one short. How can I live with that? Well I did, though it still pains me to pen it.

"I will always be here for you" he said
disgustingly after the event with a light smirk on his face which I believed to be his way of assuring me all would be okay.

Two months later he needed a break,
the trauma he said was too much for him, but a little birdie told me the night of the event he was spotted partying all night. What am I supposed to do? Move on! How easy for you to say with your perfect life, your never been outside life.

I might be strong, but how strong can I really be when I have a heart made of  gold?

I feel taken advantage of
Sigh!
Out the window I look in despair
Oh time please come rescue me
I'm tired of feeling this way,
Save me from myself, my mind.
Save me from my mistake. My regret.

Stolen Away

One second,
You were there
Pale, beautiful, delicate

The next,
You were gone
Your soul had moved on

So fragile you were
So small in stature
Who would have thought

That for instance
One insignificant wreck
That man, in that car

Drunk, a fool
Crashed into our night
Stole you away

You're out of sight
Hopelessly looking,
Around the wreckage

I found you lying
Underneath the carriage
Tragically stolen, away in the night

How badly,
I wished,
That was me..

Thanks guys for all the awesome submissions! I even saw some concrete poetry which made me happy. X)

Wow! Thanks for the trophy -- my first! So excited!

Congrats, also, to ImperfectedStone, well done!

And shouts to rowantree for laugh-inspiring hilarity (and relatable situation, for sure) and to mikimoondancer for some awesome wordplay and imagery!

Thanks again! <3<3<3

Thank you, HH. Well done to all whom entered and especially Harliequin. Super writes!