Unsaid Thoughts

There Was A Time By: Carmen Cooper I am beginning to think that happy endings are a myth.  Writers are liars.  So I think that makes me a liar too. But the problem is sometimes I tell the truth, and when I do I lie to myself.  I tell myself it is just poetry, just a novel, a short story it has nothing to do with you. I can lay out all my lies on the paper. All my doubts on the hand made parchment. But I am a liar. So even when I do that, even the little small bits of pieces stick to me like glue. It only peels off a little. But the mess I made, the majority of the glue stains and acrylic paint won't wash off. I dip my hands in soapy water with moisturizing lotion because if I don't use the moisturizer my hands will dry out. And that wouldn't be too comfortable. But I haven't felt comfortable in such a long time. It has been such a long time. I saw you, what you think. Is that all? Because maybe you are right. That is all I am...

 When I Forget How It Began, But Remember How It Ends By: Carmen Cooper Stop it. Just stop. I am so tired of nonsense. All the lies. How you might be unsure, How you can't seem to remember, Like how you blame me, Like that time when, Let it go. Stop it. Remember when.. There was no problems, How things got better for awhile, How darkness was taking over, How the endorphins eased and slid down from the brain, To the toes, To our noses, Our fingers, Our hands, Stomachs, Hearts. This has longed on so long that I forgot. I am forgetting. I am bitter and sore. My muscles will not move, the bruises, and scars on my arms. I try to stretch every morning, but I am exhausted.  I have this thing that makes me happy when I think of it. Of him. Of fun. Of friends. Hugs and kisses. The holidays that I miss. These things that make my face hurt because I can't stop laughing, smiling and Breathing. But you make me wanna stop breathing. I hide the all. I ...