Never taken seriously
And never any man’s mystery
Only a showpiece in their eyes
A combination of makeup, clothes, poise, and forced disguise

Told to be grateful when she “should”
Smile when spoken to, stay composed
Raised to be seen but not understood
While something inside her quietly closed

She tried to be what they desired
Stayed quiet when she burned inside
Gave pieces of herself away
Just to be enough each and every day
But nothing ever filled the space
Or softened how she lost her place

She learned to question what was real
If love was ever meant to feel
Like being wanted for her mind
Or only what the world could find

For what really is her worth?
She searches for it in childbirth
For what really is her worth?
She ponders, depressed and down
For what really is her worth?
The answer slowly comes around

Her most astonishing beauty, it seems,
Is finally making its debut
Self-love… self-respect… self-esteem…
That inward beauty she never knew

You don’t have to marry me Mr. Right

All you need to be is

Loyal and sincere

Loving and faithful

Giving and non-judgemental

Sensitive and fun

Because that is what you will receive in return

My love is deep and unwavering

My love is compassionate and true

My love is sweet and enduring

AND WHAT ABOUT YOU?

Are you looking for beauty only?

That is unsurprisingly shallow

Or are you looking for an intellectual idol?

A kind of hope for tomorrow

Or a submissive woman maybe?

I can’t be that-it’s just plain crazy

Or a baby making machine?

Living a life that is emotionally hazy

I’m sorry sir

I’m just looking for

The man that’s right for me

And know for sure

When I meet him

Judgement won’t exist in me

So tell me now! Spill your guts!

For this journey is exhausting

So far only two qualified

But I lacked that prerequisite frosting

But I’m older now

So Mr. Right

Do not knock on my door

Because I’ve retired

For none were hired

And I sleep better than ever before!

Time is a thief
With a cruel, quiet hand
It steals from your life
What you thought you had planned
The laughter of children
Their innocent glow
Bartered for long hours
And debts you still owe

Time is a thief
As you turn every page
Silver threads in the mirror
Soft whispers of age
The house once loud with laughter
Now echoes when you roam
Dust settles on the doorframes
Of a long-forgotten home

You sift through fading photographs
Edges curled and worn
Searching for the life you lived
In moments time has torn

Oh, time—relentless wanderer
You take more than we know
Yet love remains behind us
In every heart it’s grown
And maybe that’s the answer
To all that time may steal:
To hold fast to one another
And cherish what is real.

In the midnight hour,
I yearn for your touch,
To feel your gentle exploration
Across my restless body once again.

To be enveloped in your powerful arms,
To feel safe and certain with you,
To simply exist beside you
Without fear of losing the moment.

You are constantly crossing my mind,
And I wonder—
Should we try again?
The thought of us together again
Feels almost unbelievable.

But I have always lived by one strict rule:
No backtracking.
Only forward movement.

And yet,
I still remember your Ivory-clean scent,
Your delicate skin,
The sensitivity you inherited from your mother.
I remember your vulnerabilities
And the strange magnificence within them.

More than a year has passed,
And our arguments seem so small now.
I cannot even remember
What most of them were about.

But I remember your masculine beauty.
I remember losing my breath
Whenever you entered a room.

So what do we do now?
Were you truly meant for me?
Because I know, without question,
I was meant for you.

Will we venture back
And support one another?
Will we venture back
And learn each other all over again?
Will we venture back
Into wild, reckless, passionate love
Until the world disappears around us?

I have come to realize
That life without you feels unnatural,
And some part of me
Still reaches for you
Again
And again
And again.

I am flooded with memories of us—
The laughter,
The late nights,
The electric closeness we shared.
So vibrant.
So plentiful.
So unforgettable.

How do I move on
When all I remember
Is your charm
And your beautifully strange sense of humor?

How do I move on
When I still hear your voice saying my name,
Still imagine your soft lips
Against my trembling, willing mouth?

I know there is another woman now.
I know you are loving her deeply,
Making her ordinary days feel precious—
Because that has always been your gift.

And still,
Some selfish corner of my heart
Believes you belong here with me,
Sharing these long lonely days
And cold, endless nights.

I imagine her discovering
The tenderness I once knew—
Your teasing smile,
Your careful touch,
The warmth you carried so naturally.

What a beautiful ache it is
To remember being loved by you.

You silly man.
I do not cry for you.

I do not.

I do not mourn you.

I do not.

I am holding up quite well without you,
Farewell, my love.