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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It’s like a knife that peels
A blade that steals
It keeps embedding stakes in my heart
And you can’t die
Cause then I couldn’t lie
About the pain it’d impart
I need you to fight
Give it all your might
But I just feel you wither
The tears are there
Beneath the surface they stare
Fuck,
I just need you
© 2024 Michelle Cook
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There’s a lonely place
where you exist
I try to forget you
yet the memories persist
You were once my strength
you anchored my soul
but after everything you said
it all finally took its toll
I remember sinking to my knees
in painful defeat
my perfect image of you
at last shattered complete
I wanted to hold onto the good
but the good wouldn’t stay
and looking back
I’m relieved you went away
© 2024 Michelle Cook
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A fool can’t see
all he holds so near,
yet others do;
it’s often crystal clear.
So then that special gift,
or treasure at hand,
finds its wings,
but he can’t understand.
And that’s the way
love eventually escapes;
the heart loses hope,
and then it breaks.
There is a way, though,
to hold on to the prize,
but it only happens
if we realize.
© 2024 Michelle Cook
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