April is National Poetry Writing Month and though I’m a little late to start I thought I’d post some of my writing:
Seemingly your Veronica, truthfully your Betty.
I crave your embrace, while you kiss her face.
My fear made me run, so to you I’ve become;
a place, a space, actions you regret and replace.
I stand so alone with you in this home.
These truths buried deep, without you I can’t sleep.
my heart doesn’t lie, but its truth I’ll deny.
My animus, my reflection
My forever, my never
My present, my past
The first and the last
The beginning, the end
The lover, the friend
Everything, nothing, needing, wanting