Love will fold your pages

And mark you up;

Highlighting its favorite parts

And writing little messages

Where it knows you'll find them.

It will also forget about you.

You will spend days,

Maybe weeks,

Maybe years

On the shelf,

Anxiously waiting to be picked up.

Why won't love pick you up?

It said you were its favorite.

Favorites change. 

Maybe it isn't in the mood 

For you anymore.

But favorites change.

And it will favor you again.

I struggled to open my eyes through the waves of pain coursing through my body. Blinking through the glare of bright lights, I saw many doctors and nurses working feverishly on my battered and abused body. “What happened to me?” I croaked through cracked bloody lips. 

“You were found tossed in a dumpster, abandoned for dead, covered in blood and unconscious. Can you tell us what happened? The police are outside waiting for you to be able to talk.”

I screamed in overwhelming pain as they examined my injuries. “I don’t remember anything. Can‘t you give me anything for the pain?” At that point I passed out into a sweet oblivion, a relief from the overriding wounds.

”

Vaguely, I heard the doctor’s voices deciding whether to put me into an induced coma. “It’ll give her time to heal both her body and her mind so she can recover from her nightmare,” said someone in a sympathetic voice. Even though I was now comatose, I could hear their voices discussing me in the distance. “She doesn’t have her purse, check her jean pockets. Look, there’s a folded scrap of paper with a name and phone number on it. Call that person and see if they are a relative or loved one.”

A jolt of awareness speared my body like a bolt of lightning. “No, no,” I cried silently, “don’t call him. I didn’t know the phone number was in my pocket. Now I remember what happened!” No one could hear my voice because it had no sound. I fell into a deeper coma only to be jarred awake by the knowledge that he was now in my room. But I could not speak.

“I thought you were dead,” he snarled in his threatening voice. “No one dumps me and gets away with it.”

Through my closed eyelids, I was very aware of his presence, feeling my insides trembling so violently that I thought my bones would break into pieces. Surely, the technicians monitoring my equipment would realize I was in distress.

He reached over to the wall socket and maliciously pulled the plug. Alarms blared as I heard fading calls of “code blue, code blue.” I summoned my strength as I valiantly hung on to my life, hoping I would be saved.

He turned on his heels, ready to stomp out of the room when he tripped on my long cord, smashing his head against the wall, causing a brain hemorrhage that robbed him of his life blood.

Unfortunately, the doctors and nurses were unable to rescue me in time and I succumbed to my injuries and my loss of oxygen. He did not make it either but I no longer have to worry about his threat.

We reside in different places, now, and I am at peace, at last. I am cradled in the warmth of comforting arms while he is being roasted like a marshmallow on a stick for eternity.

I have all the answers you seek

But I will not speak

First you must learn to ask

All the right questions

I have all the solutions

That I will not write down

First you must struggle

To master the math

I have all the successes you need

But I will not share

First you must learn to fail

And learn from your mistakes

I have all the fame you want

But that I’ll keep

You must first be no one

Before you earn your name

But if you endure

The shell of frustration in which I am encased –

I will be fuel to your heart’s imagination

I will intrigue you with my possibility

I will captivate your mind

my heart is too big for my body 

I take things to heart 

and fall apart 

I think with my heart 

not with my brain 

My heart is wide enough to fit 

the whole world in it 

My heart has many cracks 

it  constricts in pain

My heart is weak 

and I know this 

but I keep loving anyway

this why I keep getting hurt 

because I give too much 

because I open my heart wide 

But I am closing it up 

because it needs to heal 

and I never give it enough time to heal