For the one who carried me:

Life isn't fun
Makes me want to run,
Run fast from this place,
But i'm in no race.

Love isn't fun
Makes me dumb
In the head, I can't think
Someone help I've lost my link

Broken people attract.
Ones cracked
And leaking...
Their breaking strings
Looking for a crack in their darkness.

Life is hard
People drift
Illusions thrive
And sometimes...
Poems don't rhyme.

Love is hard.
You care
You try,
But it's fleeting
That's the best:
The pain that we search for.

Sometimes we search
And we find
Get off the perch,
Put down the wine.

You stop drowning yourself
And you kiss
Someone who is okay
For this.

A possibility
A potential
A definite ability
Exponentially...

For a maybe love.
For the one who carried me.

~Rose M. Long