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Aug 2016
An interview
A splash of spicy coffee
Meetings to discuss how to piece
It all into one
Break up discussions
Leaning forward because it's innate
Disappointments
Fulfillment
Jumping in
Leaving out
Moving forward
Moving out.

Theres something about my life now
That has me returning to where I once was
Perhaps to remember and move through
And it's with no slight of hand
That I return with wise knowing eyes
And glow, glimmer
So sweetly remember
And with relief
Move past.

The sun is out
I wait for a new girlfriend to pick me up
Hugs exchanged
I look around knowing I'll be back
But the first time of seeing what once was
And what is to be now
A new man in her bed
He's ruddy and red
He seems sweeter than her immediate past
And for that I'm very glad
Don't climb anymore trees
Sweet fearful love
And you don't have to pretend
To always be glad
But you can let your inner light
Speak as you
Not for
As.

I've got roots in my hair
Lately it's been hard for me to feel
Confident in other people's gaze
But I left my old apartment just now
Tiptoed with ease
Into my old favorite coffee shop
Within
Not without.

I redefined the bad things that occurred
And jest with likability
That I was getting
(And I was)
So very good at standing on my own
But I look next to me now
And I think
You want me as my whole package
For perhaps, all that I am.

My eyes were filled with something else
This time last year
The whole half of the house
Became a touch stone for wreckage
And what betrayed me in the back
And I thought and mourned
Why can't honest love lift me up?
I'll never forget marking off the days
With blueberry ink
Seeing red wine disappear
Or how you would choose your phone over a book
Frivolous company over
A night of intelligent love making
And had me convinced
That I too
Must become a ninja turtle.

But I never did
I chortled and held my shield high
After dying in the shower
You claimed me in
Love spoken too soon
And I don't think you are all evil
I hope we can nod and share a drink
But I always felt
That I had to be removed
In order to fly my own coop.

Yes, I live alone
I say with a dewy eyed glow

And I'm so very glad.
OnwardFlame
Written by
OnwardFlame  Los Angeles, CA
(Los Angeles, CA)   
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