On the road

I’m traveling and unavailable, but even if I weren’t, I would still be unavailable to you. Truth is You don’t know me I don’t want you to I don’t know you I know I don’t want to I can understand why Veronica Lake kicked you to the curb for sitting on your ass smoking weed

Nemesis

He was an intrusion, of absolute proportion; penetrating her world after ingesting her soul in words; adjusting his intention to mirror her verse; and yield to him she did, as a scent on the breeze. He fooled and beguiled, wrapping her so tightly in his web of illusion, so as to not draw breath, in

Death Trap

She doesn’t seek his memory, it just comes creeping; and when it does, that’s all there is. Its nothing to do with fear or inspiration; building a fan base that was there long before he was; or anything at all for matter of fact. For who would dream of seeking such hurt. Its simply a

Multi-purpose

He uses them for everything They often don’t mean anything He leaves them with nothing Varying degrees of his Needs or wants Determine the depth He is forced to Or willing To go Gluttony being his Favored sin He feasts upon Their emotional Need Savoring the flavor Of collective fear Seasoned lightly With his own

Collective fear

I feared the words He spoke were truth Of me About me In spite of me Because He knew me Because I let him Because I wanted him to Like none other Before or after Deeper Better To the core Then left to wonder If he knew me At all © jillterry

Reparation

Within her circle of stones She drifts back to that place Casting out shadows Demons handsome face Once lost in his darkness A labyrinth of despair Longing for an illusion Twin flames sweet embrace That lone wandering drifter Disguised as a sage Stealing souls Trying to make it pay She felt he was coming Hyena

Backtrack

She found herself traveling South on A1A Desperate now to get back To that place Hunting ghosts Slaying demons Searching for that lost Part of her self Since the door was slammed Locked down tight She was filed away On the back of a shelf Images unraveling With the hum of the miles A Technicolor

Worth retrieving

She watches the water Flow lazily by her window Gently being pulled By the slow moving current Offering further proof In the power of connections Something she once put Total faith in Reduced to a place Where she no longer believes Still searching for her own truth Once given so freely A journey she must

4:44

4:44 eyes open wide Lay in the dark Gaze at the clock 4:44 make a wish So the final chapter Begins 4:44 everywhere I look Is it malicious intent Or only mere coincidence 4:44 how to break the spell Locate and remove the Emotional connection chip 4:44 she looked at his photo Saw right through