I left you once.
Then I did it again,
and yet you come back for more.
Why do you expect the same results
when I'm not who I was before?
Your words are empty sound beats
just like the rhythms of your heart -
a caged beast beneath your chest,
damaged and permanently scarred.
There are only charred remains
of the many promises you made,
and I swept those ashes out the door,
moved on and away.
Your chances with me ran out -
you never were very lucky.
You lost me twice, the past is gone
and it will stay dead and buried.
Words are the atoms of my being. They make me who I am, express what I feel, and give me a voice when I cannot speak. I live and breathe in the pauses between the start and the stop. Please note "The Anneslee Poems" appear as part of an as yet unpublished project. They are from the perspective of my fictional character, Anneslee Cooper-Clarke. All poems copyrighted © 2025 by Tara Goodyear.
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Monday, July 2, 2012
Happiness is You
Laughter permeates the air
as we reminisce
about times gone by
and I try not to think
about it too much
even though all I want
is to think about you -
to think about
"if" and "could"
because lonely hearts
shouldn't have to be
alone.
You remind me
of the girl
I was,
who I wanted to be
before all those
words like "if" and "could"
got in my way.
I like who I am
with you
and whatever
this is.
It could be enough.
There's that word
again...
"could"
I am reminded
of the last time
I saw you
and the memory
makes me smile.
I sat with you
indian style
in your living room
as you recounted
the many hilarious
trials of your youth.
I still remember
the ache in my side
as we giggled
like children
and I am filled
with joy.
The ache in my side
has not subsided
as you continue
to make me laugh.
I wasn't sure
I still knew how.
It is like the sun
has peaked out
from behind the clouds
just for me
and I can't help
but bathe in your light.
as we reminisce
about times gone by
and I try not to think
about it too much
even though all I want
is to think about you -
to think about
"if" and "could"
because lonely hearts
shouldn't have to be
alone.
You remind me
of the girl
I was,
who I wanted to be
before all those
words like "if" and "could"
got in my way.
I like who I am
with you
and whatever
this is.
It could be enough.
There's that word
again...
"could"
I am reminded
of the last time
I saw you
and the memory
makes me smile.
I sat with you
indian style
in your living room
as you recounted
the many hilarious
trials of your youth.
I still remember
the ache in my side
as we giggled
like children
and I am filled
with joy.
The ache in my side
has not subsided
as you continue
to make me laugh.
I wasn't sure
I still knew how.
It is like the sun
has peaked out
from behind the clouds
just for me
and I can't help
but bathe in your light.
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