My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain

She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends

What if one day I wasn’t there for you? And you were left needing me If I wasn’t there When you woke up

I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand

I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be

Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished

I’m watching a woman in a bikini In great shape with a swollen bell… Play with her puppy named Gatsby A Hispanic family comes The little girl dips her feet in

The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job

Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily

Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone

You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this