(Kiss, **** and Hold)

I fall in and out of love like it’s nothing,
but I get torn apart like it’s everything.

Simple,
so simple…

Like adding and subtracting...

I’m a fraction
of what I’d like to be...

To be me as a hole
wouldn’t even come close to the wholeness
of the other human being.

You begin within a dream
I end upon awakening
and it’s all the same again…

I wished a world away
and made the other uneven.

Words written in pavement tell me to know who...

Graffiti on bricks tell me what kind of terror comes next…

I’m looking back at grinding noises
and forgiving someone that might not even notice…

Well I tell myself something to another that hears my echo.

I’m inappropriate and hurt a budding flower
and the suffering of tomorrow is now what I’m after.

It was only my self deprecating
laughter that made my sorrow not bother.

I don’t believe in fodder,
but cold fingers hurt warm flesh
and make a nervousness
less like a jump
and more of a grab
to keep me at bay…

It’s not that I came too close,
but she’s scared away…

Anyway.

More or less we still exist…

Not saying it’s completely useless,
but I wait like the rest,
or I fail the test...

I almost try my best,
but what can you expect
when I never wanted any of this.

7.5 billion bubbles
Floating around,

Each bubble is on a mission
Hoping that personal success
Will be found.

Each bubble has a dream,
Which is its driving force
And power,

Some bubbles suddenly burst,
Some bubbles flourish and bloom
Like a flower.

Accidents do happen
Along the way,

Some bubbles collide,
Some bubbles sadly drift away.

7.5 billion bubbles,
Floating around,

Some are successful,
Some get so lost
That they are never found.

Each bubble is fragile,
Surviving on precious oxygen,

Each bubble is a gift
From Our Merciful God
In heaven.

As we never really know the struggles
Each bubble has to endure,

It is vital and most important
That we each ensure...

That we be empathetic and kind
With every bubble that we meet,

That we remember
To offer a humble smile
Whenever a precious bubble
We should happen to greet.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017