Your making it hard
I don’t know what’s next
I never wanted to be your ex
I know them *******
I remember you said,
You don’t give a ****
You wish they were dead
Your absolute,
I do believe too,
Every time you say “f#%k you,”
I think I was wrong,
Is my time up?
You don’t have to remind me….I’m f#%ked
I know I have problems
We all need help
But you don’t have any…
So go f#%k yourself
©BL Costello 2022

No time to be kind,
Too much on your mind,
Because you are wrestling the hands of time,
Something is wrong,
I don’t know what,
When I ask,
I always interrupt,
Angry or mean?
I cannot decide,
And it makes me nervous,
Afraid to ask why

She is 82,
Mark the date
No family left to celebrate,
Just a son who seldom calls
"2 years he hasn't remembered at all"
"It doesn't matter, his job is hard",
Sometime this month she'll get a card,
signed with love and sealed with a kiss
It reminds her she's old,
and of the day he missed

i need to stop
setting myself on fire
to keep you warm.

I loved when you took care of me,
You gave me everything,
Now your gone and all I want is you
BLCostello©2022

Safe in my car,
I felt no fear,
Until I looked in the rearview mirror,
More frightening now,
No cars in the street,
A shadowy figure was in my back seat,
Strange,
I thought I was alone,
Apparently someone,
Was following home,
Without a response,
I blessed myself saying,
“My God is stronger than anyone else",
Suddenly, I felt no longer alone,
The reflection was gone, and I was at home

~
Dishevelled he stood, unable to speak,
from years of abuse in youthful upkeep
the years of admonishment had taken their toll
reduced to obsequious, lugubrious soul

the once-happy boy, unable to opine,
or quip in humour, save garble and whine,
decades would pass before he'd undo
and jettison the harm taken years to accrue

now he stood dumb, bewildered and slow,
top ziggurat of abuse, debilitating blow,
still, gentle flower, a gem unscratched,
as new-borne babe, chick freshly hatched

unprimed, unready, for onslaught of world,
the cruel schadenfreude, the evil unfurled,
the juggernaut of malevolence, of intemperate hurt
that would crush gentle flower, dissolve into dirt.