Things are going swimmingly
They seem to gather steam
From one small tweak, another grows
Life's rolling towards the dream
Good intentions, some results
The buds begin to peek
As faster and then faster
Progress snowballs by the week.
Positivity is fine
I think I can, and try
The jaded shell is cracking
Though things are hard... I can get by.
But wait.
A stab.
A needle sharp
Digs deep inside
To pierce my heart.
And suddenly, all seems
To freeze.
The buds turn ice
'Neath brittle leaves.
The air is frosty
Hard to breathe.
A sour taste
I want to leave.
Bitter, twisted
Pain-filled heart
Once now betrayed
It wants no part.
And everything
Turns on its head
Where once was hope
Now's black instead
Rejection
I shan't
Humor thee.
I'll stab you back
To think I'm free.
It hurts, it hurts
Oh, how it aches
Best turn to ice
That, I can take.
May 17, 2022
May 17, 2022 at 1:51 AM UTC