Pandora's Box, Unleashed, Lucia Roberts [the gingerbread man read aloud TXT] 📗

The Book That Never Closes

This story has no end;

tragedy or otherwise;

just a bandaid to to the heartbreak

of unforgotten eyes.

 

Three new loves

replace one not yet forgot

and the one thing wanted

is one that can't be caught.

 

How can you expect someone to love you fully

when you can't give them all of you?

As hard as you try and think you succeed

your dreams still betray you.

 

I want to love those whom love me

and not those who can't be strong

while the ones I need to love are still around;

because they won't be around for long.

 

How do you close a never ending story?

How do you end a story with no plot?

How do you forget

what refuses to be forgot?

Resistance

 I let the urge 

Persist and want to hurl.

I resist the urge

And my heart curls

Up in anger and distress.

 

Why can't both my heart

and head be content? 

They fight to the death

Against my consent;

No matter how much I plee.

Forbidden

 Forbidden is a taste

Quite hard to unsavor.

It only takes one time

To be addicted to the flavor.

 

One always wants 

What they shan't recieve.

And your lusting thoughts

You can't deceive.

 

"Just once more

And ne'er again"

Will never shake

The want or pain.

 

Crave is a word

Full of darkened wonder.

A world in which

My thoughts do plunder.

 

Forbidden places

With seduction calling;

This wrong perfection

Is my falling.

The Taste of Forbidden

 

Why is Forbidden such an alluring taste?

 

Is it the primal lust for power

Or shere masculinity

In acquiring that which you desire

That has ancient blood raging in our veins?

 

Is the triumph after the kill

What feeds this addiction

Or is it game of seduction itself

That leads us on?

 

Is it the face of domination we feel

At the first sign of them resigning to your will

Or the proof of the world bending to your whim

As your magick comes full circle with your wishes in tow?

 

Why is what we don't have the sweetest

And everything you didn't know you wanted

And in just the teasing fancy

Right on time to remind you

 

Of what you'll never have?

Unseen

 

Sometimes I still look back
And wonder how you didn't know,
Didn't see,
Or maybe the question is
why you chose not to.

Did I remind you too much of yourself
And that's why u confronted me w anger?
Did my feelings scare you?
Did my depression make you feel
that u might have made a bad decision?

Did you just choose to overlook it
Because the choice of helping me
Would ruin your new dream,
Would show a weakness on your part,
your self image as the perfect parent?

I barely remember any of those 11 mo
But I survived that time.
I honestly can't say how.
I see the remnants of the damage still.
But wonder still if you saw it at all?

Counting

 

Counting

I don't want to end up being one of your stories
I want to be your daydream the second you're alone
I want to be in your top three favorite things
I want to be the confidence, assurance, and love you look four
I want to be the fifth and last to claim you as my own
I want to be the call on your six o clock drive home
I want you to know it took me seven seconds to fall for you
And I hope to draw eight letters from your lips one day
I want to see you through your nineties.
And I wish these tens of hundreds of miles would disappear.
And I wish these hundreds of times I think of you would someday come true.

 

Imprint

Publication Date: 07-07-2014

All Rights Reserved

Dedication:
To all those searching, lost or found.