i mean to tell a story,
but words formulated
spill into a mess
at my feet.

excuse me, miss,
i think you dropped
your dignity,
right there, on the floor.

kicked around and spit on,
no consideration, but
what did i care?

excuse me, sir?
I think you dropped
your heart,
right there, in plain sight.

ripped apart and taken for granted,
"love is not a victory march,"
a silent mantra, gone dead.

excuse me,
have you seen something?
have you seen the
knowledge i once possessed?

i seemed to have lost it,
a cocktail of bad decisions,
lying at my feet.

don't judge me,
for i already have judged you.
hypocrisy runs deep,
my love.

xoxo