She touched me
And I shuddered
She touched me
And I shuddered
Dear Ms Anneliese,
My life is completely littered with letters I’ve written to you that I will never send. Written on bits of paper, on the backs of business cards, and in my notebooks, wrappers, receipts anything I can write on. On occasion I will read them and ask myself why I continue to pour my love away to someone who does not need it, and I wonder how I am going to recover, when I don’t even want to try.
You are a sweat and beautiful woman and I love and respect you very much, even though I know that I am not the man you need in your life, even though I know I was simply lucky to have any portion of your love for me.
Have you ever though of how lucky we were to even know each other? At least I was lucky. I think that kind of luck comes easy to you, even though I’m sure it brings its own kind of heart ach.
I miss you and I wish you were a larger part of my life.
I Love you Anneliese
(There is one part of this letter that is a lie. I am what Anneliese needs in her life. But I think she feels pressure from me when I don’t meant to exert any pressure. So this is kind of release. She may not even understand it yet, but one day I think she will realize that we could have been very happy together. I would give her the things she needs but does not yet seek, like security for her and her children, love and understanding, respect, pure joy. I like her and at least I get to see you and hang with her, and I get to do so even though I have been completely honest and she knows how I feel. I don’t have to pretend and she still loves me hang with me, thats pretty rare.)
Dear Ms Anneliese
My dear little Girl, I know that you are strong
You’ve always impressed me with that
But I also know you are tender
And gentle and kind
Caring and empathetic
And because I know that
I know that you have a tender heart
And for all your strengths
I also know you hurt deeply
And I have never known anyone
Who has needed to be simply held
As badly as you
I see you put on a brave front
And square your shoulders
To face the world
But what you do see
Is how that strength hurts you
And makes you hard
When you should be soft.
You say that I cannot be the one
But I can be someone
And you should allow yourself
To collaps in my arms.
I know at least some of the reasons
That keep you from them
But we could be so much to each other
I want to hold you and see
The gentle tneder little spirit,
That I know is wounded,
To show herself to me
And to allow me to love her
It is not the strength
To put someone at a distance
That you lack
It is the courage to let love bloom
With a good man
Who truly loves you.
The August Nights are hot
In downtown Pompeii
Clothes are cast aside
Where the summer lovers lay
He, an architect
From the temple of Apollo
She, a local girl
The local boys would follow
Tonight speaks Vulcanalia
The Roman god of fire
Scorching both Lovers and Earth
On an evening oh so dire
This could have been the night
The two would not forget
Tonight they light the fires
And burn without regret
A misnomer to be sure
You do not fool me
You are a hunter
A stalker and a killer
With blood lust in your eyes
And in your heart
But before you fly away
To care for your children
In their supposed inferno
Your jaws crunch and grind
As the aphids screams
Are forever silenced
After your thirst has been satisfied
Does your bright red armor retract
To deploy your wings
So expertly concealed
As you effect your escape
From the gruesome carnage
You leave at the scene
I respect your campaign of misinformation
As you should respect
The heals of my black Boots
Im sure it may not seem like it on first glance nut this poem is about Anneliese. She is a more powerful woman than she might first appear.
Dear God It’s me Again,
Some old topic though.
Her again, In case your forgot so,
Can I live my life over again?
I seem to have screwed this one up
Not so bad that I didn’t enjoy it.
In fact in large part I’d like a repeat
So send me around one more time
Like having a friend working the roller coaster
I’ll just sit there and you can waive me though
This time with a new partner at my side.
Someone willing to put her hands up in the air
And scream as we go over the top
In stead of screaming as we approach it.
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