Simple.

I'd go back

to that first night

when I though you were too good to be true

and you thought the same about me.

Back

to when I would spend an hour getting ready

and you would show up

an hour early.

Back

to when I would tell

anyone who would listen

all about you

and you would live up

to the advance press.

Back

to that first night

when we both felt

we had found it all.

~~

@triciamccallum

#redheadedpoet

www.triciamccallum.com

So you know

You guessed that right

From the hood

The dark worlds light

'Cause I'm black

Carbon of the night

Left behind

Disadvantage of time

So you care

You guessed my plight

Don't be rude

History barked and bite

'Cause I lack

Ozone is my debt

Centuries to repair

I hope for the best

Your tongue was

Sensual and gentle

You tasted like art

In my mouth

But there was

Something painful

Behind your smart eyes

I took off my clothes

And invited you

To explore me and

My tattered past

Traveled by men from

My broken history

And their boots left scars

But you kissed me softly

You told me I am beautiful

And one by one

My imperfections rested

Against you and

You rocked me to sleep

Depression has been with me for many, many years.  It is a leech that sucks the energy from my body and soul.  It has become such a part of me, like an infection or a cancer.  I look for the antidote, antibiotic or miracle cure.  It sometimes seems within my grasp but it quickly gets away from me.  It keeps me under false pretensions but still the cure alludes me.  I am in a prison and I hold the key but I cannot find the lock, it's too dark.  

Fairy tales

I grew up on fairy tales

Even though mother and father

Never showed it.

That's What kept me focus

Never been afraid of a battle

Even if I was thrown from my saddle

I ended up realizing

Don't count the ogre out

No matter its stature

A kiss can save thousands of lives

Beauty shines brighter from the inside

My eyes are blind to things it can't see

So i rely on my instincts

Cinderella taught me to believe

I always wanted a fairy god mother

But things like that only happen to queens

I tend to fall in love with things that I believe in

Reason I loved fairy tales

Gave me hope that true love was for me.

I am the last of my kind. Nobody believes anymore in the magic that hides within reality. Sunlit doorways through hedges and pixie dust on the children. I hone my skills alone in the forest, under the deep green canopy, shaded from prying eyes. That shadow that chills you, casting shapes across your sunlit path, is me. I alone ride the skies, astride this last survivor, tamed, and as my steed, still mighty. Iridescent shimmering light reflects off his black scales, the sun blocked by leathery wings. Wings large enough to cover that orb as they beat furiously, keeping us aloft. I am the last dragonslayer. They call me in their dreams, for they doubt my true existence. But I hold the famed blue sword, and the legacy is mine alone. Dragons are only graceful in flight, and oh how we fly!  Soaring to the sun like Icarus, and falling in circular tumbles until we hit the atmosphere. You see us, and rub your eyes in disbelief. That's alright. We'll  remain hidden, away from rabid, prying eyes. We are mythical; he is legend, and he is the last dragon.

Oh I'm sorry

That my emotions

Are an inconvenience for you

And cause you trouble

I didn't know I could be so unloveable

I'm sorry

I expect you to

Treat me the same way

You treat the others that you love

I thought I was one of them

I'm so sorry

That how you hurt me

Isn't a priority

That I'm just a second thought

Even after I've given you all that I have

I keep saying sorry

And trying to make amends

But the only thing

That I have ever done wrong

Is letting you hurt me for so long