Impossible Puzzle- for my wife

I don’t understand your face.
Passion of anger
forgetting acceptance.
Love for those
who don’t deserve it,
but you refuse to take it back.

You say the pieces
of your broken heart
will not fit back together,
but they don’t need to.

Give them away,
they’re just pieces.
Once you let go
a new organ will appear,
and this time your brain
will have memories
of past wrongs
so your heart can breath free,
living a little longer
with every skipped beat.

Rain on your wedding day is not that bad

When I think of America I feel glad
that its not me
and my family
on those commercials
where the children need 18 dollars a month to survive,
but don't even have that.
And I think of how much worse it could be
then just high gas prices and over population.
We take this country
and all it has to offer
and spin it to hate and corruption.
When I think of America I feel
that everyone in the world hates us
because we don't ahve time to love ourselves
since you can't make a dime
off of true love.

Free Write

This needs some major work...

I have my mother's eyes.
Blue piercing through all that look
upon the curves of our family inheritence.

Fierce with passion for the ones we love
and the ones we want to love us.

X-ray beams that can shoot across
to the one we do not believe,
understanding the truth behind their opaque eyes.

Filled with care for those who do not deserve it
worrying about all others
before the though comes about ourselves.

But our eyes are different in one way
her belief stands that there is trust in all people.
But I have read too many liars
to believe that there are many who should be trusted.