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
sadness
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
Forgotten
It’s hard to trust again
When someone ceases to care
When suddenly they leave you
As if you were never even there
And it makes me wonder
If I should ever try again
Nobody knows the hurts
I’ve felt deep within
To most I’m just a face
As common as can be
Just an ordinary girl
Who most will never see
I walk through this world
Forgotten and unknown
This is what it’s like
To be dismissed and alone
© 2019 Michelle Cook
He runs
He runs
Tirelessly
Determinedly
He craves
Changes
Exchanges
He fights
Alone
Unknown
He regrets
Lying
Trying
He feels
Sadness
Madness
He knows
Nothing
Except suffering
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Lack of love
Lack of love
Hurts my heart
Why can’t people
Ever be smart
Can’t they see
What they’re missing
Love is more
Than just kissing
With genuine love
Souls connect
Hearts entwine
There’s no neglect
Is it so hard
To love this way
This is all
I have left to say
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Dismal days
Dismal days
Are all the craze
Everyone’s living
In a haze
Could this be
Just a phase
Or are we stuck
In a repeating maze
Look at the way
People gaze
So many lost
In a doleful daze
Will we ever find
Those hopeful rays
Or stay prisoners of
Depressive waves
Can we all give
Encouraging praise
Or will morosity
Be what stays
Everyone has a choice
To change their ways
Kindness has always
Been what pays
Can you share
Your love full blaze
There really isn’t time
For delays
© 2019 Michelle Cook
I am a flower…
I am a flower
Whose petals
Have become
Rough and torn
Frayed and forgotten
Wilted and withering
And yet I’m still here
Weepy yet hopeful
Droopy but optimistic
Dejected yet confident
Because I know
That someday
I will bloom again
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Withering
It hurts
Everything
All of me
Aches
As love
Wilts
Slowly dying
So am I
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Listen to your mother…
One thing I’ve never done is written anything for obvious reasons. Everything I write has a much deeper meaning, and few people are privy to the real interpretation. And in a way, that is so much more satisfying to me because there are things I don’t want to have to explain to the world. My true self is hidden somewhere within the words that scatter across every page I write. All those cryptic words… most reminiscent of days long ago when the seasons couldn’t change fast enough; when life took me by surprise every goddamn day, messing with my heart and soul. Seems like a lifetime ago, and yet it really wasn’t, or was it? Those who think they know me, are only fooling themselves. Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to judge a book by its cover? ~M
The Edge of Forever
There she sat
At the edge of forever
Lost in the gloom
Of the shadowy weather
Slumped all alone
In her dismal state
She wondered if anyone
Could possibly relate
Was her solitary life
Always meant to be
If only the answer
She could one day see
Forever seemed too far
As the friendless void imprisoned
No condemnation to pass
This was mostly her decision
© 2019 Michelle Cook
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