You've Contaminated Every Inch Of Me

"You've contaminated every inch of me. I no longer know what to do and my dreams have gone wild. I'm now dreaming of you basically every night and see your face each time I close my eyes. I guess my indecision all comes back down to my fear again. I don't know how you can love me. I don't know how I could make it if you left me and I didn't have something or someone else to hang onto. Yet, I'm terrified of losing you."

~Grace Marshall

From my short story, "You've Contaminated Every Inch Of Me"

The Fight

"Don't tell me any lies

I'd rather know nothing

Than be deceived

And live in a disguise

I'm supposed to believe you

But you are a contradiction

It's like being hot and cold

Denying and believing yes and no

You can't make up your mind

You can't decide anything

You don't know what you want

Inside of you what would I find

You want me to be there

And yet give you space

I feel as if I'm in the lion's mouth

Or deep inside his lair"

~Grace Marshall

From my poem" The Fight"

Sweat and Tears

"I saw you 

Last night

You held me close

And it felt so right

We danced

Around and around

And listened to

Each other's heart pound

Then you kissed me 

Square on the lips

And you wrapped your arms

Around my hips

And you whispered 

Sweet words in my ear

You told me how you love me

And told me not to fear

You held me close

Right up against you

Said how you loved me

And everything I do

And I rested

Securely in your arms

I knew I was safe

I wouldn't come to harm

I saw all this

It was vivid and clear

And then I awoke in my bed

Full of sweat and tears"

~Grace Marshall

From my poem, "Sweat and Tears"

The Moments

"I bet many little girls

With big, bright eyes

And bouncy little curls

Have had plenty of dreams

With images in pen

And pencils and markers

They dreamed of men

Who could hold them tightly

They imagined a loving team

A partnership with a man

A gentleman full of dreams

That would care more than any other

A man that can carry them away

They imagine moments of tenderness

And how he'll always stay

They imagine things that he will do 

I imagined that too

My life was filled with dreams 

I prayed for them to come true

Even if I hid it inside"

~Grace Marshall

From my poem, "The Moments"

The Rain Falls Down

"The rain falls down

Masking my tears

I stand unmoving

Hiding the fears

Vines entangling my soul

Whips crushing my spirit

Words drowning out Your voice

So I cannot hear it

The fire consuming me

My eyes burn

The thoughts bombarding me

My head churns"

~Grace Marshall

From my poem, "The Rain Falls Down"

The Ring

"You think that giving me a gift

A token of your affection

Will infect my mind

And flood me with memories of you

But you don't know me that well

Not as well as you think you do

You don't understand my heart

Or the way that my mind works

You think that having something of yours

Something more than your heart

Something that is tangible

Will bring me back to your door

As if a token of affection

A tangible, textured gift

Will bring me back to your door

If I didn't have the desire to be there

In a way you have a good plan

In the fact that I have to return it

But you have failed to see the truth

You haven't seen the potholes

Which I'm surprised at

You usually over-analyze

Not under-analyze something so precious

Something that means so much to you

Just because I have your gift

Just because I have something tangible

Something that means something to you

Doesn't mean I have to see you again

I can drop it off on your doorstep

I can slip it into your mail slot

I could hand it to one of your coworkers

I could give it to one of our friends"

~Grace Marshall

From my poem, "The Ring"

Then You Are Here

"The wind whips my face

Down streams the tears

Then you are here

And all through the years

And somehow when I scream

You are kissing me

And somehow whenever I smile

You are holding me

My eyes break into tears

When I replay sad images

Of me yelling at you

How could I be so mean

Yes, then you are here

I swear you are

And all I can do is cry

Because then you are here"

~Grace Marshall

Poem, "Then You Are Here"

(Please also see my alternate version, "Then You Were There" on this blog.)