I bare a particular routine from time to time
when I think it's all over and nothing or no one can save me

Locked inside my space
I don't answer the phone
never return calls
and I certainly don't open the door

I hide inside, tuck my pride and swear to Goodness it's all in stride
A special relationship we share
my moods and I

A particular routine I bare
from time to time

Vegetables ~ loose LEAF
Candy ~ passion
Meat ~  words
Utensils ~ your hands

Here's what I know:
I will fight you tooth and nail until the bitter and sweet end of this heroic fall
because I cannot afford to lose myself in our conundrum
But do not fret
for I will be fighting myself as well
Fighting to stay afloat when I feel like drowning in you
Fighting to feel indifferent when love taketh over
Fighting to be free of the choices that I made when you offered them
And as unfulfilled as my heart has been in the past, I will remain that way with you in the present
My heart's desire will be left unsatisfied because I will want all of you
And that is the one thing I will want more than anything you can ever teach me, write me, play me, buy me or show me

So be armed

There will be battle
There will be blood
Love will be lost
And there will be moments indicative of why this shouldn't have happened before it began

Lonely People - their are so many of us barely existing in this matrix we call life. But does that make us alone if we share the same strife with other unknowns? Even though it’s unbeknownst to us?

A clandestine rendezvous of sorts…Bub brought his bottles and guitar, I brought my charm and natural hair and together we tinkered and wrote and drank and ate and walked and played and left each other even more bewildered than before.