Thrown Off

shallow kisses
and midnight wishes
gone with the wind

love is a vapor
caught by sea breezes
and held ransom
in her reefs

and all these shallow kisses
a record on repeat
set to spin till it hits a scratch

we’re thrown off again

Once Upon

I used to be his princess,
held in the light
of everything
I ever wanted to be.
I used to be his only,
wrapped in the melody
of love unearthed.
I used to be,
used to be
the image of beauty
simply because
he loved me.

He held the hand of dying dreams
Watched life slowly slip away
He kissed the cold cheek of love
After final good-byes had been said

He walked through a busy room
Not seeing anyone else at all
Out to a car that felt too big
To drive back to an empty home

He heated a meal kindly made
And pushed it around uneaten
The seat across from him
Looking strange and hollow

He told himself things he had heard
“You’ll be okay, you’ll make it”
But he hated each word he spoke
They were lies, and he knew it