I am a writer. Therefore, I am not sane. -Edgar Allan Poe
Have another first kiss
Hold hands with someone who makes my palms sweat
Know what it’s like
To not be alone
Will I ever
Watch the sunrise again
After a long night of talking
Know what it’s like
To be ok
Will I ever
Catch a snowflake with my eyelashes
Or feel one melt on my tongue
Know what it’s like
To be free
When did your heart let me go
What was the last straw
When did I stop being yours
Was it when I stopped being me
When did you decide to leave
Was I already gone
When will you come back
I’m back to me again
When will you be coming back
Will you be coming back
Reaching that high
When all seems to
Piece together
Time is in sync
Lovers in tune
Life is bliss
At first sight
I have been convicted
Of lacking beauty
Imprisoned to the
Corner of the room
Bled of all confidence
Seeking a reprieve
Just this once
To plead my case
Reveal the whole
Truth of my existence
The beauty
Behind these bars
A deliberate target
The monsters charm
Reeled me in
I deserted all
Contradicting instincts
The object of my desire
Dominates my every thought
Every action
Feeds him
Unknowingly, I had become
But a play thing
A soon to be
Discarded object
Children fantasize about
The Happily Ever
Everyone is saved
All adversity is conquered
Love awaits at the end
Of every story
Not knowing that
Life is a constant line of
Broken Happy Ever Afters
The touch of love
And the kisses that come
Peace like quiet winter night
Wrapped in blankets by the fire
Dancing in the rain
On a dark ferocious night
Peace inside
When fear surrounds
Laughter with friends
When no worries come to pass
Peace inside
Peace inside
Peace inside
Deep blue with the golden streak
Sitting in the front see
You driving me
Heading to the show
Or band practice
At Roy’s house
Riding in the front
With our best friends in the back
Heading to Mexico for some fun
Laying in the bed of your Toyota
On Valentine’s Day
Wishing I deserved you
If years with you could be summed up
It would include that ‘96 Toyota
From far away
Our eyes met
He saw a stranger
And I sighed with relief
I’m not who
I was then
Never will be
If he recognized me
My heart would break
Because deep down
I’m a stranger
He didn’t realize he was looking at
Are you all alone
Or alone again
Lost and not knowing where to go
Do you walk the streets
Stare at your phone
Hoping to hear or see them
Knowing in your heart
They will never be there
B.A. Wilcox © 