i was over you on thursday,
but then i saw you again
and i felt this jolt right through my chest that
reminded me of the time i accidentally touched an electric fence
(and it was awful and you're the worst) and i hate how
i can make myself forget to want you ten times before breakfast
and be over you on thursday
right up until i
see your ******* face
and i
remember
hard.

If I can't have you today
I will wait
Because it will make having you tomorrow
All that much better

You're so beautiful.
I wish you didn't
have to go.

describe, in detail,
what it is
that turns
in the hands
of the wonderful
thing
you’re not.

yesterday, he caught
his disabled
son
trying to hit
a wheelchair
with a skipped

rock.  I still go mad

when my feet
touch the earth.

I cry, rant and break
When you hurt me
I expect you to be perfect and unblemished
You expect me not to hurt you.
I expect you not to stab me in the back

But, what I run from is always at my tail
What I warned you about is what you are now warning me about too.
When I expect you not to mess up.
You surely come around with knife at my back.

But, what I failed to know
What I failed to understand
Is what I experience on the outside
Is a function of the activities on the inside.
What I refused to understand
Is you cannot disappoint me
I can only disappoint myself.

When you hurt me
It is as a result of my failure to understand that:

What happens to me is what I invite.