I'm sure you
were expecting
something after
"love."

But It doesn't
always work
that
way.

(15w)

this morning,
i take my coffee
on the front porch
and in the argent rays
of a cheery, winter sun.

i watch, the young birds,
learn,
the art and politics,
of perching on the wire.

the manouvering required
to keep,the heirachy entire.
the cheering, chirping refrain, undertaken, to remain in the game.

all lessons to be learnt
if to gain
a place within the
highwire elite echelon
of local birds of fame.

I am queen of afterthoughts,
rarely of fore.
Especially not in matters of hearts.
I am dry heaving sighs,
with leaden guilt
and what ifs.
**** them.
**** me.

I’m talking to you, old friend, again,
for I missed you very much. I hated for you to
leave me, old friend, words I’ve known before are again,
I’m seeing you again.

I’ve known you all along, new friend,
you’ve come before, again. I tell such truths
to inhibit, and there, that hair that was black, again

You tell your life the same, new friend,
the one I know that’s old, will you hurt me again
new friend, just as when you were old.

"IT HURTS." You screamed, loud enough for anyone to know that you are indeed hurting.

"Hey, it's going to be okay." I say.

I am a liar, I am oblivious. I dont know if things would ever get better for you. I'm just a person who lives on the hope that tomorrow might bring. Sometimes, faith is all you need.