Long nights and hard days
Scraping the last remnants of my self confidence
Hoping to cultivate them
At a sooner than later date

My heart has been super-glued over and over
and as much as I’d like to think it gets stronger
It feels more fragile every day
I have to be strong for her.
I have to be strong for him.
It seems, however, that I’ve just become
A crutch
Or a stand-in
Until something better comes along
He doesn’t want me
And she doesn’t know any better.
“This is your life and it’s ending one minute at  a time.”
10/20/09