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
Steaming smokestacks fade
Against a hazy world
I often feel the same
© 2020 Michelle Cook
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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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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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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
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