Emancipation III – Snow White

 

When Swift met Resolute
It was opportune -
So I took it.

Delete? Continue?
Are you sure?
Impudent little voice.

Stay strong. Yes.

And just like that
You disappeared
Like the fairytale that you never were.

The murder of Prince Charming
Yet it was my heart in the box.

Emancipation II

It drove me mad, your
Indifference
Everything was tinged with a blase shrugging
Of responsibilities.

You wound me, with your pretense of caring -
Not wanting to intrude was just
Code
For not wanting to be around.

Translating this painful silence
With your dictionary of reality -
The one you take so much pride in
I did you a favour and shut the door.

Only to find, that without you,
Everything hurts so much more.

Emancipation I

Would you sit by me
And wear tinted glasses
As I wax lyrically about the
Blue moon?

Keep your logic and realities.

Don’t break my spectacles
Just because
You don’t want to dream.

Menu

This is my heart you see
In my hands, on a plate, before you.

It may be tattered in parts,
Yes, that is a chip in the top corner,
That happened in London, years ago.

What? Why the cracks?
Why, you put them there.

I tried to hide them, you know.

Plaster, some glue, a new coat of paint,
In bright happy colours -
I was hoping you wouldn’t notice.

But there it is, patched up, served to you,
For whatever it may be worth,
Just in case you might like to keep it.

Please be careful -
As ratty and worn as that heart might be,
It’s the only one I have.

To-Do List

I do not need you to pay for dinner,
Or open doors when I walk in -
I can do those things myself, you see.
What I do need is
for you to kill spiders and roaches in the bathroom,
or anywhere else those creepy crawlies might be.

I am not with you for diamonds,
Or rubies or sapphires for that matter -
The shops tried to sell me plenty.
I am with you because
you write me notes -
just because you missed me.

I do not ask for backrubs and expensive holidays,
And I understand that sometimes,
You work late because you have to.
I do ask that you
Hug me for no reason,
And remind me just why I’m here -
And why I fell in love with you.

Rainfall

These tears do not fall for you.

Make no mistake -
You are my night and light
And all dreams in between.

And when your eyes twinkle
I stop, stutter, smile and sigh

But these tears do not fall for you.

I am selfish
They fall for me

The End of My Parade

When I die tomorrow
I do not ask for marching bands.

A year gone past, there will be absent frowns,
As a shadow of a memory crosses, remembering

A week from now, my family
Will learn how to smile again, following

A few days after friends put away their tissue boxes
And get on with the business of living, on the tail of

Tomorrow, when almost strangers pause their morning coffee
For all of ten minutes, shaking the surprise from their minds.

When I die tomorrow
There will be no need for marching bands.