interrupted

Bearded. Beautiful. Boy.

Caught me. With your. Baby blues.

As I pause. Mid sentence.

And so did you. A heartbeat. As the moment breathes.

A first. Look.

Yours. Mine.

Smile.

How very absolutely. Delicious.

To savor. On the tip. Of a tongue.

And the world. Stops spinning.

For a moment. Interrupted.

Copyright © whoisannawatts 2015


letter to anna (reprise)

Beloved heart. Why do you try. When there is a brick wall. Hell bent on bleeding you down.

Why do you insist on loving. When there is no love. To be found.

Where do you find the strength. To connect. With those who refuse.

Who violate not understand. And continue to confuse.

So let it break. Let it bleed. Let it crash and burn.

For if it was meant. You would not be the only one who yearned.

For not you. Not him. Not her. Not them. But they. Will show you a blessing. Once more.

A sweetness divine. You could not ignore.

For they have once. And they will again. Gift you with a love. Without disdain.

Steadfast. Doubtless. As your beloved heart. Can be.

A soul to hold a sword as you. Not he.

Beloved heart. Dear Anna. Trust. Completely. Be.

Copyright © whoisannawatts 2015


a different place

A different place. A different time.

And it could have been.

Beautiful.

Magical.

Absolute sensational.

But.

Classic insensitive fools. Recognize not. Love. In its first instance.

And take. Give not. Demanding beast.

What ego do you bear. What selfish soul you host.

After brutally. Breaking a heart.

With weaponed words.

To return. Come home. Remorseless.

And assume. You have a place.

At all.

Copyright © whoisannawatts 2015


shaken not stirred

Martini thoughts.

Moscato nights.

Candied apple kisses.

Lost tracks.

Warrior scorned.

Come home. To strawberry bubblegum nights.

Love always. Betrays us.

Even fools know.

Love would have saved. Your soul. As love did. That dawn.

So acknowledge. The chemistry.

Give love.

But.

Expect not.

A moment beyond. The now.

Don’t fight it.

But stand.

Shaken.

Not stirred.

Ever.

Copyright © whoisannawatts 2015


aqua notes

Morning showers. Never were.

Never had been. Never will be.

Moments lost. Before they even. Began.

Begging for a replay. As the gods. Laugh in your face.

What happened.

A brick wall. Droplets of aqueous thoughts. Seeping through. The cracks.

But random acts. Of kindness. That will scar a heart. Bleed a wound.

A moment of. Unusual madness.

Angel blessed. Gone too soon.

A collision of. Two opposites. From different worlds.

A heart. That asked for a knight. With a heart. To heal. To be. Within.

A moment. High. That drove. His heart. To steal a sunrise.

For you. Just for you.

How beautiful. It melted. Your heart.

And gave you a reason. For random thoughts.

Scribbled on.

Aqua notes.

That never saw. Light of day.

That never lived. Morning showers.

That he loved. That fired. Your creativity. Your positivity.

That he loved.

That drove. One selfless loving act.

You’re not as cold. As you think you are. Mister.

But a knight who ceases. To fight for a cause. Is a knight. Who exiles himself.

Ride away. On your charcoal stallion.

Let the sadness be. For he will never. Understand.

So breathe.

And hold onto. The memory. Of what was once. Beautiful.

As you watch.

Liquid love. Trickle. Into nothingness.

Morning showers. Wash the bleed. Of a heart.

Down the drain.

Copyright © whoisannawatts 2015


for the love (reprise ii)

They heard you. In the midst. Of the madness. In the silence. Of the chaos.

They heard you.

So they gifted you. With a knight. Of heart pure. That came in a form. Unfamiliar to you.

But you recognized. A knight’s heart. And allowed a falling.

And he aided. In guiding you. Back to the moment. Before the neglect.

Though he would never understand.

Never.

For ignorance. Is bliss.

But a knight’s heart. Is noble. Even as a sword. Is driven into a heart.

So let time. Work her magic.

And in the indifference.

Is clarity. Is light.

For within death. Is rebirth.

Stronger.

For the love.

Copyright © whoisannawatts 2015


minefields

A fighter is not a soldier.

Nor a soldier a warrior.

A warrior is not a knight.

Nor a knight a demigod.

A demigod is not a god.

Not a god at all.

They drink your essence. Said he.

Lovingly. You let them. Goddess that you are.

But.

Stop.

Playing in minefields. With insipid mortals. Who can’t hold ground.

For they are. Unworthy.

Copyright © whoisannawatts 2015


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