By Michelle 6/1/08
Sitting across from me,
Lying with the words he does not say,
Looking at me like I have not changed
And will fall again for his game.
But those months without him were my cure
As I sat alone,
Opening my eyes to the nothingness he has to offer,
Observing how he wanted all control
And willing to give him none.
And pine on my knees,
Chasing after his temporary presence,
Choosing the emptiness over loneliness
And willing there to be more.
I am smart enough to take control
And run the game,
Lending my presence but not myself,
Leaning away from the illusions he leads
And the will to settle.
I deserve more.