The Soul of a Poet

Mr. Right Now Lying in bed listening to the wind quietly circling the earth... I’m in a zone, I feel like I’m in this world alone. You come in the room peeking to see if I’m still awake, I close my eyes and pretend. You ease in the bed as if I can’t feel you creeping back in... I sigh... and clutch my pillow... You slide over to my side of the bed trying to cuddle. I smell that same perfume... I slowly shake my head. You try to tell me how much you love me, but I can’t hear you because I’m trying to hold my breath because your breath smells like dog shit…. “Beater” Early morning hang-over his mind in denial. He looked down at his throbbing fist, not remembering how the cuts and bruises got there. Sharp screams ran through his head as flash backs of the night before started to emerge. He tried to get up, but his legs wouldn’t let him. His body was tired and beaten. Still he can’t understand why. He managed to stagger over to the phone. The numbers are slowly punched because of his shaky fingers. The Big 18 I was so excited because today was the day I was finally getting to see you after so many months apart. I dressed in the outfit that you loved to see me in. I went down to the station to meet you. I sat there waiting in anticipation. While I sat there, another lady walked up. I thought it was kind of weird because no one ever comes down to "our spot." I put her out of my mind because she wasn’t the reason why I was here. I heard a truck pulled up, but I knew it wasn’t "our truck." I know that thing inside and out. Another truck came and went; this went on for about an hour. The lady beside me checked her watch off and on... But I blocked her out. Today was about you and me. After the long wait, I heard a familiar sound. I stood up because I knew deep down it was you. The truck appeared out of nowhere. My heart fell to my knees; I had an endless smile on my face. I started walking towards "our truck," but I noticed that the lady started walking towards the truck as well…. Vodka Sitting here sobbing over you because I want you to be mine; but I can’t have you because you belong to someone else. I am your VODKA! I am the drink that you think about every day. I am that soothing taste that flows down your throat when you take a shot… Mmmm VODKA! Why did you wait too late? If I died tonight would you cry, would you feel me in your heart as my soul passed you by? If I died tonight, would you miss me and my tender kisses? Would you yearn to have me in your arms again? Suicide People talking in a crowded room, "Lord I can’t believe she did it, I knew she was a little down and out but not this bad." Older gentlemen, "Man, I’m just so angry with her right know because she gave up...she gave up!" "I know, and the family that she has left behind... I never thought that she would be that person..." Older gentlemen, "me either... Bless her heart... wherever she is!" Bullied She came home today beaten and torn… I ran over to her as she fell into my arms crying out, “Why did it have to happen to me?” I couldn’t say a word. I sat there holding her never wanting to let her go. A tear ran down my face as we sat there feeling helpless. Bullied! I wiped the tears from her eyes. As I rose to my feet I kissed her forehead and wiped away her tears. Flashback On the long drive home I passed one of our "spots," even though I didn’t want to think of you I started to have a flashback. You remember how you put your lips on mine, and how you sucked the side of my neck (my neck is stayed sore for a week.) Mmmm, the way your hand caressed my breast, as I kissed the lobe of your ear. I gently kissed your head as you took off my shirt... His Reality He said that he has never loved a woman like me before.. So in the beginning he didn’t know how to love me. But once he got to know me he said that I was a very seductive and warm hearted person. I had to admit I didn’t know how to love him in the beginning.. The things that he said made me smile with my heart. His words were like a melody of love whispering its way through my soul. My Alter!! My husband and I were getting ready for work. His cell went off and the word "hater" came across. I looked and said to myself, I know this boy is not cheating on me. I said nothing, but I erased the number and replaced the phone back into his jacket. Later that evening we arrived home and I had put the cell out of my mind. When I leaned over to give him a kiss (as he was playing his video game) I saw the phone and it brought me back to this morning. I grabbed his phone without him seeing me and ran upstairs. Lord when I opened the phone not only was her number back in the phone but several texts mentioning sex, and other disgusting things… my heart started beating and Monica disappeared. Veronica had taken over completely. She is my alter ego. Veronica is my protector; she want let anything happen to me. Veronica took off down the steps and when she reached the bottom all she could see was RED. She wanted to know why? Like any other typical cheater he denied everything.