this is the never ending song
why must we?
do we really have to?
why can't we let this be?

you make me hot and then cold
and right now i couldn't even care
to see you or be around you
i'm tired of you not playing fair

i don't do what i do to hurt you
or break you and make your heart fall
but you certainly conspire this to me
when it's you playing some victim in this all

but there's two sides to every story
and don't worry, you're hardly a victim at all
first you avoid me, then incite hurt
you really do whatever to make me feel so small

against you, who's superior
a poster child of all that's right
well i'll drag you back to earth, my love
so everyone can see you in this light

i know i have my demons
but with all, i still fight the good fight
this has been the longest road
and you couldn't have been further out of sight

i'm not sure why i bother
when you hardly even try
all you do is push me out
so i'm left with solitude to cry

i wish i had the heart to leave
search out a different life
oh, right, i'm sure you forgot
i can't, because i'm just only your wife

c'est la vie

another day sacrificed...

another holiday alone.

i waited, so patiently
for that kiss
one brush against my lips
and feel yours softly
for a moment
just an instant
i needed it awfully

it was a promise
that our rings
and those vows
wouldn't lay to remiss
through burdens
by struggles
we will get through this

oh, how i miss
your comfort
in just one kiss...

this road goes on like forever
not sure where it leads
but finally, a semblance of normal
my life is out of the weeds

i've picked myself up
and dusted off the dirt
still hard to breathe
still want relief for what hurts

no sense in anger
or condemning what hasn't come
the future road lies vacant
from this present, quiet kind of numb

my life will only feel change
when i'm months and months from here
time to fight the good fight and
pardon away my worries, troubles, and fears

twist my thoughts around my finger
if only for sanity's sake
this road has to end somewhere
no matter which way i take

just realized
all my old content

-erased-

*******, myspace.

all of my exes
like closed pages from a book
emanate some lesson
if that's all i really took
relationships are time well-served
don't regret a single one
but i must insist
i got used to this
and i'm glad that they are all done
all done, but one
but that's how it works
no more turning another page
and in marriage we're stuck
until one of us dies from old age
if love is a test
then we've artfully persevered
so no going back to an ex
or moving onto the next
since my exes were really all kind of weird

my first ten word poem
when ten
words aren't
enough.