Sad? Don’t eat.
Upset? Grab a drink.
Hell, do both
And try not to think.

Stay up late? Work in 2 hours.
Angry? Get laid.
Do whatever it takes
To get yourself paid.

But in the end, don’t worry about me.
This too will pass, because I want to be free.

But how many days in this past year
have I cried over what you did to me?
How many nightmares have left me breathless,
grasping for a light, and for restful sleep?
Tell me, how many flashbacks have haunted my memory?
Do you even know the multitude of conflicts
that you forced upon me?
Do you realize the significance of your thoughtless actions?

I bet you don't.
But I sure as hell do.

(d.d.b)

She's not just "a girl you know"
or someone you see on the streets.
Above anything, she's a dream
a gift
a miracle
every inch of her is a universe
you'd have trouble trying to define.
Tell her you love her
only if you really do,
if not then leave her alone.
You can try to fool her
but you should know
you're the one to fall down
in the end.



© Leigh Herondale  *June 2015