Now the insurance payments are all mine
Now I know why he was ******* all the time
Money flies out the drawer
The bank gets charges galore
House deposits sky high
House up for sale in divorce
I want to cry
Someone else gets my stone bench
Someone else my grapes will quench
Bye Bye house I loved
Now I pay deposits on someone else s broken dream
All the money going out makes me want to scream
Living a life of freedom is far from free
But my reasons for leaving would indeed
Still make me flee

I was crying
He was snorting
Laughing so hard
Nothing was boring
Personalities match, I grin
Lil dancing diddys
Sprang out from within
That man danced in my kitchen!
I laughed til I cried for hours
Like minded people have special healing powers

I sweat real good all day yesterday
I sweat all night!
I have sweaty ***** hair..YAHOOO
I can dye my hair Purple Desire
It will be tight!
I need ***** hair for a good dye job
So right now while I am all ***** haired
I will go add some Splat Purple Desire!
Yes I dare!

My hands rough from so many hours on the swings.
While I swing I feel many things.
The rush of gravity swaying back and forth
The air whooshing through my ears like a song.
The ability of my body to balance.
My hair blowing in the breeze and all over my face
As I sing, smile, and float back and forth
I kick my shoes off and feel the breeze between my toes.
My hands are rough from how much I swing
But I am surely set at this moment to run out that door and do it again!

He sat on the swings with me
I flashed back to 1983
I wished this second time around would have worked
And I am so sorry that I still love such a ****
The part I love is so seldom seen
That sticking around to see it feels very mean
I am subject to all the seething anger in every scene
You have no patience, no calmness, it is obscene
I cannot live in that crazy world of everything negative
I feel like a captive in a gilded cage with no real objective
I cannot change you, you said it yourself
And my feelings can no longer sit on a shelf
I am so sorry we did not make it
But I can no longer fake it

I save private poems no one ever sees
For my eyes these words are to please
To release them from my head
So that my creativity is fed
I write private poems to myself