Under his spell
She fell
She drank
An affair of the heart
In ruin
She sank
Torpedoes dispersed
She tried
To veer
But in the end
The outcome
Was clear
© 2019 Michelle Cook
sadness
The way love is…
We can love with all we’ve got
And we can give our hearts away
But that doesn’t necessarily mean
That the ones we love will stay
And sometimes there are people
Who just can’t love you back
No matter what we say or do
There’s something that they lack
And maybe it’s because
Some people just can’t see
The importance of a person
Who’d give everything like me
© 2019 Michelle Cook
The fade…
Steaming smokestacks fade
Against a hazy world
I often feel the same
© 2020 Michelle Cook
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The enemy’s weapon of choice
I continue to waste minutes
days…
even years.
Why?
Why do I continue?
And yet here I sit.
Pondering…
More pondering…
Until I’m near to tears.
And all those things ―
the ones the enemy knows
will pierce my heart.
He sends them my way…
Again, why?
Why is this world allowed
to be ruled by such evil?
If I were a god,
I’d do away with all of it.
Does it give pleasure to the almighty,
to see us suffer?
Sharp objects like daggers,
of course they hurt.
But it’s the soft-edged blade,
the one that slips between my ribs,
the one I never even notice
until it’s too late.
This is the enemy’s weapon of choice,
the one that devastates my heart.
And the damage is irreparable.
© 2020 Michelle Cook
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He’s like the wind…
There
Then gone
Back again
Then gone again
The cycle never ends
I can’t catch him
Keep him
Make him stay
He’s like the wind
Through outstretched arms
I come back empty
Every time
© 2020 Michelle Cook
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My Sarah bunny…
You’re the only one
who truly ever knew me.
I confided in you
nearly every day.
I whispered to you
all my secrets in the dark,
and promised you
everything my little heart could give.
You were the only one who listened
every day when the fights erupted.
You heard my screams
and comforted me the best you could.
When I cried my eyes out,
spilling out countless tears,
you showed me
that I was not alone.
You never left my side,
which always made me feel loved.
And you’re still special to me,
even though you’re not a living being.
I think you’re the only reason
I had any hope at all back then
because my little girl eyes
couldn’t find love or comfort anyplace else.
© 2020 Michelle Cook
Fantasies
While waiting for the stars
To somehow align
I borrowed your fantasies
And turned them into mine
I couldn’t keep clinging
To the old ones I kept
They were too full of sadness
And so much regret
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Words
Words
I wrestle with them.
Some are just worth fighting for.
And even one good word can make life worth living — bringing hope to a day, which might otherwise be dark and dismal.
But a bad word can be so disheartening — often reminds me of a rosebud that wilts before it ever has the chance to bloom.
If only our words could always be like rainbows,
we’d never have to feel so gray.
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Apathetic
I am living,
but I’m not living.
Been lost in a tailspin
of leftovers,
and today
I crashed.
Jumbled pieces of me
lie strewn about.
I don’t know which
to pick up first,
so I do nothing
as usual.
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Never
We never really hit it off ― he and I
but oh how we tried.
And it was lovely at first,
it really was,
until that fateful day.
The spell finally broke,
the magic drifted away,
and I think we both felt the sting.
But we also both craved
something deeper ― meaningful.
And that something
just couldn’t
be found.
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Destiny
Tragic are the days
Without a hand to hold
When love is miles away
And nights are forever cold
And as those days turn into years
Futility becomes our only lover
The heart begins to lose
Any chance to rediscover
We spend our remaining years
Sad and all alone
Without another person
To call our very own
And we regret the time
We wasted in between
It’s too bad our destiny
Remained unforeseen
© 2019 Michelle Cook
The difference
We are often known
But we aren’t “known”
And we are often loved
But we aren’t “loved”
And the difference
Makes all the difference
For I think we equate happiness
With the later
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Endurance…
Once again
She gulps down the pain
Forcing back the tears
Trying to refrain
Because love is worth
A river of tears
Especially if you overcome
All those miserable years
She knows she must stay strong
And not give in to defeat
Because she loses so much
When she decides to retreat
And with fresh determination
She’ll face each new day
Overflowing with fortitude
She’ll never go astray
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Missing you…
I just spent two long hours
Pouring out how I feel
Then deleted all the words
That I wanted to conceal
I was rambling on
And nothing made sense
I feel like everything I say
Is in self-defense
I guess I’m just feeling lost
Because everyone is gone
And most don’t understand
How I’ve felt all along
And so the tears have won again
Like they sometimes do
I guess this is just what happens
When I find myself missing you
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Sweet dreams
I feel you standing there
Fingers slide across my face
A gentle kiss to my lips
Then you gather me in haste
The moment suddenly shatters
Time barges in, getting in our way
Yet somehow I’d still been convinced
That you would surely stay
© 2019 Michelle Cook
