Thank You (sonnet and song)

I don't hate you for all the things you've done.
I'm not bitter over words you have said.
You taught me when to stay and when to run,
You taught me how to always look ahead.
Your unpredictability was cruel,
But still there was a purpose in that too.
I learned to recognize a lying fool,
I learned to hear your words and see right through.
I'll never understand how you can lie
And somehow think that nobody will know,
I still don't know why you bother to try,
When it's so clear you're putting on a show.
Thanks for teaching me to keep on trying,
Despite all your irrational lying.

What an "x" is good for (sonnet)

To him it's still a game of cat and mouse,
He wonders what will work to bait the hook.
Well I won't let him back into my house,
Not even for one tiny, little look.
My days of feeling hurt are so long gone,
The childish things he says don't bother me.
There're actually some mem'ries that are fond,
I don't hate him; just wish he'd leave me be.
I have another man who treats me right,
Respects me for the woman that I am,
Who doesn't live to name call, scream, or fight,
Knows how to be a perfect gentleman.
There's only one thing an "x" is good for --
Spelling the word that helps you find the door.

I'd Rather Be Dead (sonnet)

Take your flowers from the grocery store
And shove them where the sun will never shine.
I won't let you torment me anymore.
I have a new life that's totally mine.
Your attempts to control me are a waste.
Your accusation's nothing but a lie.
You're nothing to me but a bitter taste
Left in my mouth from days long since gone by.
I am determined to be free of you,
Your lies, and all of your insanity.
I wish you'd understand that we are THROUGH
And give up on playing mind games with me.
"We had our moments," that's true what you said.
But go back to you? I'd rather be dead.