Sometimes my head is tired from all the running  I do day in day out.  Is my mouth to dry for you to kiss or my **** to tight for you to lay your head? hung up on the someone I once was... can't you see that that girl I once was  is dead? Gone with the wind. I never want her back. As beautiful and delicate as she was. She was my ruin. The one who made the tears always run like a waterfall even in the dry seasons. Flowers in my garden fade in color as they blossom. Like the woman who almost never feels enough in her husband house. Who slowly finds ways to validate her place in her husband's house so as not end up alone.

Yesterday I almost did it. Almost took the step. At the top of our favorite building. Yes the one where we saved that bird whose wing was broken. But a small little girl stopped me. She took my hand and asked 'you want a cookie?' Her eyes were blue. In my head the cookie I wanted was not only made in flour and milk. But I took it and waited for her to leave to crush it with my hands and throw the crumbs where I would have pushed myself. See am no heartless. I waited for her to leave. remember that  my kindness can sometimes be short lived.

WHEN I NEED  SUPERSEDES WHAT I WANT.

yours
The Red_Head