I forgot you
You made me forget you
And now
Whenever I think of you
I can’t remember
Why I’m thinking of you
I think a piece of my heart
Has a muscle memory of you
But my mind can no longer be sure
Your memory flitted away
On a day long ago
When there was nothing left to say
I have this vague recollection
That you once mattered to me
But maybe that was only a dream
The more I try to remember
The more I forget
And the pain I once felt is finally gone
© 2024 Michelle Cook
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There are levels of love
pain flowing through each one
when you consider the depth
the intensity is overwhelming
I cry when I think of the ones
who left their scalding indentations
I smile with immense satisfaction
realizing I survived them all
I have grown with every storm
as tears watered and rejuvenated
rooted in newfound knowledge
reaching for an endless sky
And all the levels of love
make perfect sense to me now
I’ll be holding onto the ones
who understand these words
© 2024 Michelle Cook
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I don’t write much anymore
not sure I ever really had it in me.
Oh, I dabbled here n there
when the muse seemed fit to visit.
But those words were willy-nilly,
halfhearted and unexpected;
useless to those with any reason,
disappointing to my trusted few.
It’s illogical to think any of it matters
when the meandering mind mulls.
Why should anyone be interested,
least of all me, the writer of it all.
© 2024 Michelle Cook
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If I could change my life,
what would I do?
Would a simple hug
change my point of view?
I wonder how far I’d go
for the things I desire,
or would those longings
somehow expire.
I don’t always know
what my capabilities are,
haven’t gotten to the point
of reaching that far.
But there’s one thing I know
I could never do
and that would be
to give up you.
© 2024 Michelle Cook
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Some will march in spewing insincerity
Still others will tiptoe in without pretense
Both are after the same things
Both are cruel and unkind
Manipulation comes in many forms
I am sure I have not seen all the ways
But I am sure of it when I see it
This will not be my future
I have never been blind to the truth
© 2024 Michelle Cook
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