Why Am I Alone?

If  I wanted to be alone,

Would I even have a boyfriend?

And yet,

I’m left alone

Constantly.

He speaks of marriage…

And yet

He goes days,

Sometimes a week,

Without calling me.

… There are,

Of course,

Benefits to this.

The freedom

He offers me

In raising my child…

He doesn’t have

His nose in my business

Like the last one did…

But how many days,

How many hours

Do I have to spend

Alone

In exchange

For this freedom?

And  why

Doesn’t

He

Call me?

copyright 2013 by Tabatha  Seven

Divine

My mind is not my own.

It questions everything.

Does he still love me.

Why doesn’t he call

Unless I text him first.

I stare into space…

My dreams have all died.

Love ‘em and leave ‘em…

Is he still like that?

He stole my heart

With one fatal swoop

And left me here to die…

In these treacherous woods.

I drank of his blood…

But only in my mind.

I kissed his luscious lips.

Gods, he was divine.

But must I let him go?

I don’t know how I feel.

Is it worth hiding

This passion in my soul…

I wait for his return…

Waiting patiently…

I try not to complain…

But I can’t read his mind.

Gods, say it’s not the end…

Copyright 2013 by tabatha seven

Delicious Kiss

In your eyes

I see myself…

My hopes, my dreams,

My aspirations.

When I kiss you

I taste your sweetness

And all that is delicious

In life.

I am with you,

Heart & soul…

Even when we

Are far apart,

I feel  your presence…

Like a ghost of a loved one

Gone away,

Yet I know you’re still somewhere…

And I can’t stop thinking of you.

Copyright 2013 by tabatha seven

Waterfall

Good-bye and good riddance

To the family

Who couldn’t tolerate me

Or what I stand for.

It saddens me that

Flesh & blood

Mean nothing.

Sometimes it kills

Part of my soul

When I think of

The family

I lost…

The memories

That flood back at me

Like a vicious waterfall…

Because there were

Some happy times…

But not enough

To justify

The heartache

And physical pain

Bestowed upon me

By those who were

Supposed to love me

Unconditionally.

Copyright 2013 by tabatha seven

Karma

He is my soul.

And he suggested

That justice may be done…

For once…

I have a hand in what

Karma has in store

For one who has wronged

My family.

I shouldn’t have

But I did…

This is the stuff

That dreams are made of.

Copyright 2013

1/26/13

8:50 a.m.

Invisible

Why am I always

The Invisible One?

The friend that guys talk to

& tell all their woes…

The one they tell

About their secret dreams

& love interests…

And they never seem

To consider me to be

A viable candidate…

<sigh>

Copyright 2012 by tabatha seven

Alone Again...

It’s not that I miss him,

Per se…

It’s just that there’s

An empty place

That I thought he filled.

But he did

The unspeakable…

And I have no choice

But to ask him to leave

So I can get on with my life.

Copyright 2012 by tabatha seven

12/19/2012

3:45 p.m.