Why would I help you
when all you’ve done
is take?
You took my heart,
my pride,
my soul,
my breath.
And still you turn to me,
knowing I’ll cave
and let you back in
in an attempt to save.
How can I help you
when I cannot help myself?
Why should I help you
when it only hurts
what little love
I have left?
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Surprise
Rarely what they seem,
human beings will disappoint.
But sometimes surprise.
© Autumn Siders 2018
Love and Leave
Faced with the choice
to love you or to leave,
I’d choose the latter
no matter how you’d grieve.
If I stay, I could never do
what you asked of me
and so it’s best to leave
so reluctantly.
© Autumn Siders 2018
Hope and Hell
Places and people
are a blur.
Moments and memories
unable to stir.
Feelings and fears
left unsure.
Hope and Hell,
both willing to lure.
© Autumn Siders 2018
Just When
Just when I figure it all out,
you go and change it once more;
don’t you know I’m a cat
and change is something
we deplore?
Just when I’ve settled
and got ready for a nap,
you tear apart my world
leaving chaos & destruction
leaking from the tap.
Just when I don’t think I could
hate you any more,
you prove that hatred
is quite lenient compared
to what I have in store.
© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2018
Riddle Me This
I try to answer
my own questions
with riddles
so that I fool
not only everyone else
but myself
into thinking
I’ve got it
all figured out.
© Autumn Siders 2018
Dream Job
To say I would do anything
is an understatement.
I would do everything
and all the unthinkable things
in between.
Loving you
is my only job
and the pay
is greater than
any dollar amount.
But the truth is,
I would work for free
as long as it meant
you’d be next to me.
© Autumn Siders 2018
#tbt
When the tables have turned
and the truth comes out
and your bridges have burned
and you are filled with doubt.
The things that you lean on
are structurally unsound
and the very steps you take
are on unsolid ground.
Can you ever go back
to the way that it was?
Can you ever forget
what hatred does?
© Autumn Siders 2016
Overcast
An overcast day
a couch, a blanket, you, me
what more could we need?
© Autumn Siders 2018
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What mask will you wear
when the time comes?
What lies will you spout
when all the truths are out?
What pact will you break
when you’ve had enough?
What life will you live
when there is nothing
left to give?
