Michele Weston Poems

I close my eyes,
And his appear,
Cold and evil,
Full of hate,
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Waiting,
But what am I waiting for?
A knight on a white horse,
Or, maybe, a happy ending.
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A conversation with a friend inspired me to write this about his relationship with his mother, it is posted with his permission and consent on the content...

Momma, momma, why'd you do it?
Momma, momma, you made me cry,
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A thousand miles apart,
I count the steps in my head,
Knowing soon it will be inches,
I will you in my arms,
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Will this pain every go away?
If I put a smile on my face long enough,
Will the smile become real?
If no one sees me cry,
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My body shakes, I crave,
I know what I need,
I know how to get it,
I promised I'd stop it,
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Late at night I try to sleep,
But I smell the whisky on your breath,
And feel the bruise on my cheek,
Why I'm still here I do not know,
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Nothing to do but smoke another pack,
It's been a month since you called,
We'd talk int he middle of the ngiht,
In hushed voices so she didn't hear.
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I'm turning a new leaf,
Opening a new door,
Regrets and decisions not yet made,
Wont be made anymore.
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It is cold as I hold it in my fingertips,
The blade reflects the candle light,
I sit there alone, will I really do it?
I've tried everything else, nothing worked,
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