"Witches brew" a poem

I poured in my heart

As much as words could hold

I mixed it together

With a tiny bit of soul

Sealed with a kiss

Just for good measure

Add a dash of lust

A pinch of dead pirate's treasure

I picked up my whisk

And my big yellow bowl

Prayed for good luck

Then went for the gold

Eyes of blue like clear, clear sky

Words of silk, my oh my

A touch that melts my cold, cold heart

Loyal heart

that stays, stays, stays ...

But my concoction failed!

It didn't work

He was rude & selfish

What a jerk!

He withheld his touch until he had his way

He was sarcastic & cynical with everything he'd say!

"How could this go so very wrong?"

I lamented to the skies

"I followed each direction!"

I stomped my feet with cries

Loud and blaring

Cursed the night

Cold and daring

"It's your fault"

he calmly said

"What?!"

I knew I must be turning red ...

"It was your heart, was it not?"

"It was your soul, your kiss put in that pot?"

"I am a reflection of all that you are inside"

"The ugly honest damnable truth you hide"

I stared at him.

He stared at me.

He knew he was right

But I did not want him to be.

I thought love would sweeten my bitter heart

I believed the warmth of passion would melt my icy soul

I knew for sure if someone stood at my side

Everything would be alright

But you can't magically wash your problems away

There's no witches brew or hangman's stew

Or supernatural extrawonderful word you say

You start with yourself

Learn to be happy with that

Don't sweep it all beneath the rug

(or a tall pointy black hat!)

If you can't respect you

Then how can he?

If you don't work for it

Good things will never come to be.

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