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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

the day after he left to start a new life...

Alone in the Bedroom we once shared. a reflection mirrored on my face, tangled clothes and chords and garbage, illuminate the mess of secrets you harbored before you left...

As you head North and leave me old baggage on a mission say you... undoing the damage, wives and lives you lived before. I say good bye my love and close the door. leaving behind trunks and boxes, lives you've ruined stories of glory rife with scandal... all taken down by a handsome vandal.

Bye bye my love... as your bus took off... greyhound express heading northwest The sigh, in my head peace restored! blood pressure relief... ahh I can breathe!

But the mess you left behind for me to untangle wasting so much time, blaming... my own co dependance for believing your lies!

I cried for you what more can I say? a surprise for you to hear, on this day! Call me old, or been around, I died a thousand deaths before you came to town... I recognized you a kin to a snake in an instant like an addict you stole my life.

Now your on that bus, Portland bound I am alone once again making my own plans... another lesson learned as I untangle this mess... of another marriage flown north from this loving bed... I let go repair and heal... bye bye my love, don't worry about me. Its the very last time I fall for a man, who all along was really a sociopath....

Submitted: November 22, 2008

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Thank you Jesus he's gone and you are back. I was just thinking of you today and wondering what happened to you. Brilliant - you seem too smart to fall for that stuff

Sat, November 22nd, 2008 11:19pm


Hi is your life...?I could scream...i was writing rather... typing, a new poem into my computer and thought i saved and bam i lost it....I am flipping out ...any ideas ? i have checked HISTORY but it seems to just take me back to the Home page of Booksie...s**t!

Tue, November 25th, 2008 9:32am

Mir Wilder

ya know don't you know...6 or 7 long weeks to be exact.
Life! so glad to be back too...and Smart has got nothing to do with HEART! are too nice! love your work too!

Sun, November 23rd, 2008 12:00am

Classy Peach

Yes Mir, as we age those Thiefs are certainly easy to recognize. They usually listen quite well for the first few days and then BAM! Right in the emotional kisser.

Send him packing.
Right on.
Great writing, again.

Sat, December 13th, 2008 3:47pm


I am a thief magnet! That is why my first novel will be called "Honey for the Devil" lololol....Like buzzards flying over my head,
they swoop down and I pet them. I can be such an idiot for love.

Sat, December 13th, 2008 6:38pm

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