Please Excuse My Rhyme

I'm afraid that I don't understand
It's simple, she replied
It really only all adds up
When looked at from inside
I've tried, he said
It still remains that 1 plus 1 is two
And then we talk and you
Insist that yellow's really blue

What's right is right
And left and such
Do I really have to say?
I thought that we were grown up
But all you do is play
The word games that you love so much
Were charming at the start
But now they've simply gotten old
And torn us apart.

There was no us, he countered
That's where your logic fails
There wasn't any part of this
That wasn't fairy tales.
In this you're right, the words we said
Cannot be erased
So now your words became your wish
And you have been replaced.

*Disclaimer: Please excuse the simple rhyming. It's typically not my style. But sometimes stuff happens and you have to write it down.

Almost Time ..

She sits cross-legged in the center of the empty white room on the polished wooden floor. Light plays off the crystals that hang from the ceiling. Rainbows dance across her face as she gazes out the window. She is waiting, knowing that soon they will tell her it is time.

She is prepared.

For lack of a title I wrote this instead

"Remember that one time .." His voice trails off.

"Not even a little." She replies.

The Nightmare

Last night, I had that nightmare.
You know the one.
The one where you keep looking and looking for that lost piece.
Only mine was worse.
Lots of pieces were missing.
I'd find one and put it carefully in place using super glue so I was sure it would stay put.
Just as I did, another piece would go missing.
And another.
And another.
Until finally, it had all fallen apart.
Some of the pieces were on the floor at my feet but I couldn't pick them up.
Others were lost forever.
The memory of the look, feel and sound remained but there was no finding them again.

There seems to be no morning.
No light.
No sun.
No waking up.

So I'll close my eyes.
And wish.
Wish for that exact moment before it fell apart.
So I could change that one thing.
Hold that one breath.
Make that one movement.
Say that one word.
That would have kept it together.

This is all so much harder than I ever thought.

The Battle

The end came swiftly, though it was not unexpected.
My sadness is tempered with relief.
Failure is no longer to be feared .. it is a reality.
I am not heartbroken.
I have been defeated and
I surrender.

The Path

Made of dirt and
Covered
With decaying leaves that smell of
Fall
The sun filters through the
Trees
Casting a kaleidescope of
Color
and
Shape
and
Shadow
On the floor of the forest

Under all those beautiful
Leaves
Lie rocks and stones
That
Could cause a stumble
Then
A fall
It is always the unseen
The unknown
And
Unanticipated
That cause the
Most pain

On Being Unoriginal ..

"He was like a disease that would need to be completely excised from her life" she typed. Then deleted. Jeez, that was awful. Was it completely unthinkable that she could type anything original?

She started again. "Seven Steps To I Don't Give A Fuck". Umm .. no. Accurate but not really appropriate.

Why couldn't she think one original thought. One original feeling. She was so tired and completely drained of any real emotion but sheer exhaustion from the entire situation. It wasn't what she wanted and it no longer mattered what she thought.