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May 2015
I'm trying to mine for gold under all this rock
solid ornaments of disarrayed desires. And I
am having trouble coming to terms with how
I've been flipped upside down one hundred &
eighty degrees without a single warning; not
a single foreshadow from my past personas.

And I cannot even piece this puzzle without
finding a couple lost causes stuffed under beds
and old covers that hid everything else I could
never really come to terms with, face-to-face,
unable to find the solid grace. And I can already
imagine him trying to impress youβ€”flirting with
ease. And you fall for it every single time, love,
because your heart is caught on the inside of your

{ended up where I didn't expect to; ended up where I was meant to}
Written by
gd  Canada
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