I absorb you
All of you
Drink you in
And the filter
Never changes
© 2019 Michelle Cook
It’s in these dark moments
When the night is still
I sit quietly, listening for an answer
Even a whisper will do
But like all futile desires
I wait in abandoned apprehension
For I know the likelihood
Is a ruse I dare not believe
And why must I dwell on answers
That I know aren’t really there
It just seems easier
To surrender to defeat
© 2020 Michelle Cook
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Steaming smokestacks fade
Against a hazy world
I often feel the same
© 2020 Michelle Cook
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I realized something today
I love too fiercely for this world.
Perhaps people think I’m disingenuous
when I pour out everything I feel.
And I wonder what I should do
about all the love I have to give.
If I could bottle it, I would.
Surely someone would want it then.
If only I could share my love
with those who really need it,
or pour love into people
who are suffering from the lack of.
The biggest problem is
love hurts when you try to hold it in.
And carrying it around inside of me
is a burden I’m no longer willing to bear.
Sometimes, I just wanna rip out my heart
and feed it to the wolves.
At least then I’d finally be free
from the urge to ever love again.
© 2020 Michelle Cook
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For everyone here on WordPress, this is what you do to me whenever I read your lovely words. Thank you for always inspiring me and leaving me feeling comforted and loved. It’s this community that really brings me home.
Oh the feeling
When I read such words
The kind that touch my soul
It’s pure bliss
Orgasmic
Mind-blowing
Genius
And I just want to shout out
My unfeigned amazement
From the rooftops
Every time you write
It’s like a mother
Who watches her child
Take their first step
Excitement and pride
Respect and elation
Gratitude and wonderment
They all flood my chest
Puffing it up
With crisp memories
Of bygone days
The ones you leave me remembering
The ones I want to hold on to
Gripping tight to those nostalgic days
Because I fear letting go
After all, I may never remember
Those precious nuggets of time
The ones that settle deep down
In the hidden recesses
Of my aging heart
So I hold on
Grasping ― white-knuckled
Death gripping your words
Because each lovely
Beautiful
Heartfelt word
Each one of them
Brings me home
© 2020 Michelle Cook
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