written 11-27-01
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Warm.. you were.
Somber. I am.
Perplexed. I was
...Lonesome as I am.
Scared, that I am never going to talk to you again.
fractions of love
memories of you.Careful that I am , now.
To never love another as I loved you.
Silence. I surrendered.
You reminded me of what I didn't want to see.
How do you feel now?
I'm lonely.
So we can't change what has happened .
And I'm lonesome.
Wishing that I had said something different.
Perhaps you'd still whisper in my ear.
I can smell your hair, and taste your breath.
I'm lonesome.
You should have listened to me when Itold you so much truth.
When I loved you so much.
I loved you but you couldn't see how I loved you..
To never love another as I have you.
*written 12-26-01
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Mirror image
Mirror Fate
Mirror Love..
of the things you hate.
Got your plan all written out
too damn bad, I've already got it figured out.
Wanting images,
wanting more...
Wanting just to want
then fuck me some more.
Mirror image
Mirror fate
Mirror love
of the things I hate.
I'm growing tired of your arrogance and conceit..
too much anger and fucking grief.
Shallow image
sunken dreams...
"Rotten Liar" , I want to scream.
Can I forgive you?
Do you know that your mirror image..
is lost to you now??
Mirror image
So beautiful...
Mirror image
so dreadful.
Mirror fate of the lives you hate.
Shallow wanderer
looking for a home in the sunken life of your blackened soul.
Can I forgive you?
I will if I must.
But your mirror image isn't that of your own.
that mirror image is me reflecting back the pain.
Should I forgive you?
perhaps I must....
This mirror image is me, acknowledging broken trust.
written 7-20-01
SWeston Poetry c 2001
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Said to myself-
What do you expect?
Said to myself-
Why not forget you?
Said to myself
Because you keep reappearing.
Said to myself....
When will I get over you?
Said to myself-
Time can heal all wounds.
Said to myself-
Then why is my heart still punched clean through?
*I yearn for you*
Said to myself-
Now you'll forget me.
Said to myself-
But, I can't forget you.
Said to myself...
I'll never feel this way about anyone ever again.
Said to myself-
It isn't fair
Said to myself...
I will forget you eventually...
Said to myself-
Then why don't you dissappear?
written 7 - 20 - 2001
SWeston Poetry c 2001
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That's what life gives.
Nothing is precious,
within a circle of frenzy.
Not that Life can't be beautiful.
But it can slap you wide awake.
That's what life gives....
a clean break.
Precious moments,
Sacred bliss,
laughter...
sadness...
come to a halt.
What you didn't think could happen, did.
That's what life gives you.
NOT THAT LIFE CAN'T BE BEAUTIFUL.
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