Wasted

It is only a matter of time before he realizes that there is no longer a spark, no longer a connection that will tie me to our past. Two years ago I would have told you that our love would last all eternity and now I am not so sure. He holds me close, I can see the fear in his eyes. I can feel his grip loosen as he starts to back away. The dismey that is hidden in those eyes, as he sees me, a stranger for a first time. He sees a coward.

Damaged

He sees his now broken reflection in the mirror. One boy torn between two faces. Who he was and who he is. Every morning he wakes up realizing time and time again that this life is no longer the same. That when he walks down those crowded halls he knows that they stare. He knows that their eyes glance the slightest glance in his direction because they all know what happened. But who he doesn't see is the young lady in the back. Who doesn't stare because he is different now, but because he is more beautiful then he was then.
With a torn heart she watches form the distance, Waiting to be noticed. But when she is its to late. She has fallen. His mind is made up. She tries to convince him that he is truly talented. In all that she sees in him she cant show him his potential. She hopes he listens to her words. Wishes he would let her in.
The voices fade as he closes his eyes. The only one he sees is that girl he never listened to. As he reaches for the only escape he has. The telephone. His hand falls short. All this and it becomes to late.
He gasps for one last breath of air. Realizes that he is still tangled in between his sheets. He wakes with tear filled eyes, a heart thankful for this second chance and the picture of her face imprinted in his mind.
He no longer sees them look. He no longer listens to their whispers he only sees her. The girl who gave him a second chance.

Colors

Out of all the colors in the sky,
The only ones that catch your attention,
Are the ones that remind you of her hazel eyes.
Followed by the soft pinks
That lie on her cheacks.
Take one look at me and tell me
That she is not what you wish to see.
Her pale olive skin
Campared to my ivory
As you lie
And tell me its in the past.
All I can see
Is your future...
with her.

Let you in

If I could,
I would let you in.
But as I am now,
You need to stay out.
I need to change,
From the inside out.
All you ever wanted was...
Me.
Four months ago,
I hadnt expected much.
But now I know,
That your different.
You care.
You once were my prince,
And I your damsel.
You saved me,
and I had saved you.
But now its my turn to save myself.

Scar

An unforgotten love,
That just happens to be the deepest cut.
Will soon heel over.
It may take time for heart to repair its self.
But soon that open wound will be a scar
And an unpleasnt memmory.

You had been

Out of all my problems,
You were my favorite.
Out of all the troubleing things in my life,
You were the one I kept running back to.
But its my time to go.
Mrs. Perfection has walked out the door.
Someday I might glance back in your direction.
I may wonder all those what if's,
But I wont ever turn around.
Your no longer any good for me now.

Whats Left to be Said(short story)

Emmaline

As I walk swiftly down the halls I brush the shoulders of those whose symphathetic glances try to let me know that they are there for me, that they understand the loss that I'm being faced with. But what they do not understand is that I know that their hushed sorry's are only skin deep. That even though I am the one with nothing left to loose I will be able to gain everything that I have ever dreamnt of... Or So I thought.

Candin

I could just fall into the depth of those gergous green eyes. I sit back and watch as Emmy prepares her famous Pasta De Cheese. The recipie that she single handedly created our sophmore year of collage. It had started out as a box of generic brand of Mac&Cheese. Until she lost track of time and accidently burnt the bottom half of the pan. Before we had this little mishap she was a terrible cook. She never messured any ingredients that she put into a pan. Little to say I tried keeping her from being in the kitchen in hopes that our small apartment wouldnt burn down. But after she had taken that half burnt pan of Mac&Cheese added our left over chicken finger pieces from lunch, and an almost out of date jar of Alfredo sauce, there just was no stopping her from there on out. So as I sit here and wait for my heaping serving of my wifes concoction, I sit and stare at those gergous eyes the ones that fill my dreams, and leave me praying to see them just one more time.

She knows what we hope the future will hold, but I just cant stop thinking of how I have changed her past. When I first met her, her name was Emmaline Cay Jenson, now her last name is Snowden. Emmaline Cay Snowden. She has always been beautiful. She carried with her the beauty of ten million butterfly's. Back then her parents had catered to her every need. Had hoped that she would end up with a lawyer type with a bank account to back his name. But what she ended up with a boy like me...

Emmaline
My parents said he was just another boy. One who would never take me anywhere in life. Someone who wouldnt be able to provide for me and our future. But what they didnt see was his sense of adventure. The random hikes to watch the sunset. Seeing the pretty pinks that fill the vally air. They never felt the warmth of his arms around me as the sun drifted further down behind the shadowed figures in the far off distance.
They didnt see all the kisses he stole with his pale pink lips, they didnt see that even though he didnt have much he trated me like his own little princess.He would save up two weeks pay just to treat me to a nice dinner. He never cared what my parents thought he only cared about how their thoughts would affect me. He used to ask me time and time again if I was positive that I wasnt wasting my time. I would wrap my arms around his mi-section press my checks to his cheast and would tell him that i love him and if my parents saw that they wouldnt would be happy to me. But my parents are blind and always have been when it came to my happiness.
Candin
I meeet her when we were little. Her mom used to come by my fauster home once a week with a plate of cookies and a bag of clothes for us. They were clothes that were hand me downs from he nephews and daugthers. Mrs. Honey was a widow who faustered kids to keep her from becoming to lonely. Seeing how the income she got was gov't checks and child support, there was not much to go around. So we kinda relied on the ladies in the neborhood to bring things like clothes and food over.
So as I was saying Emmy's mom was one of these ladies. And every now and then she would bring Emmy with her. Her mom always let Emmy come hang out with me and the other kids while she talked to Mrs. Honey. But usually me and Em would sneak off. We would hide in the basement in the back left corner and compare all the spider webs and talk about what it would be like to be a bug.
But then when were around 13 she had stopped coming by with her mom. She had started ignoring me in the hallways and making fun of me like the rest of the kids. Teasing me because of my hand-me-downs and the fact that I didnt have parents. But what she didnt know was that even though the words she spoke to me everyday bruned and every glare broke me down piece by piece. But she was still the reason I would show up at school the next day. I never had friends until highschool. But seeing the face of the same girl who used to hideaway with me and talk about bugs got me through the day.
But everything seemed to change our freshamn year of highschool. She no longer seemed to care what others thought. Maybe it was her newly acclaimed social status, as in the "it" girl, or just a change of heart. But she seemed to go out of her way to talk to me. To be my friend. as a freshman she had the entire upper class hormone crzed boys following her around like lost puppies. She could have chosen any of the varsity footbal kings. But, she settled for the photography nerd who spent his afternoons in the dark room...