Betrayed

I should have forgotten the way that you stared,
the thousands of passionate kisses we shared.

I should have forgotten the time that we spent,
the scrappy old love notes I continuously sent.

I should have forgotten your intoxicating smile,
maybe that way I could sleep every once in a while.

I should have forgotten the way you held my hand,
because when we touched my heart crumbled like sand.

I should have forgotten the natural beauty in your hair,
the way it intertwined like our destructive love affair.

I should have forgotten the lies you would say,
when you whispered in my ear you were here to stay.

I should have forgotten what you did that night,
your warm body chained to another so tight.

I should have forgotten the heartache you brought,
the vigorous mountains of addictions I fought.

I should have forgotten how careless you were,
the rumors sped by in a strenuous blur.

I should have forgotten your conniving ways,
but I remain unspoken in pretentious dismay.

And though I may not have moved on and forgotten like you,
if I had one wish, I would forget you too.

Change (Final Draft)

I hate Change
abrupt and inconvenient
it comes with no warning
full of gravity
pulling and pulling
until you're forced to
Change.
I know Change because
I've tasted change.
I've licked every last drop of it's
suckling soup, and it's bitter.
Life is full of it, change that is.
Whether losing a loved one
or moving,
moving,
oh how I loath moving
Once again forced,
forced to leave everything I know
But I Refuse,
refuse to inhale the crystal breath that is
Change.
Wouldn't that be nice though,
to have a voice, in change.
But we have No voice.
I am nothing, simple while discreet,
and my prey forever desiring to pounce.
Change is challenge,
It's adjusting,
adjusting to a warm sensation while it skis
down your throat after an icy evening.
Thankfully new is exciting and refreshing,
a quenching drink that seems to forever grasp your lips.
filled with experience and new beginnings.
and it all comes down to change.
And not only do I despise the every thought of what I will leave behind,
I fear what is to come.
But with life comes a challenge,
and change is challenge.
And why I might be a coward, I cannot, and will not back down.
I Love Change.