After all it’s 
been spent torched 
buried and obliterated 
and now nothing 
is left so 
where does one 
go to get 
a trust loan 
what heart bank 
or soul savings 
I don’t invest 
in someone else 
in order to 
gain their trust 
I give mine 
away but now 
I’m tapped out 
with empty pockets 
filled with broken 
promises written on 
handfuls of bad
paper in blood 

Ever again 
I hardly 
think so 
forever again 
not likely 
because my
forever belongs 
to me 
and whatever 
forever I’d
ever given 
to another 
ended up 
being someone 
else’s doormat 

The bruise has 
all but disappeared 
the spot though 
is still tender 
as though whatever 
it was struck 
with such force 
that it was
felt cleanly through 
like a cut
without a wound 
I’m not sure 
if it’ll ever 
be the same 

So seldom 
tears come 
now that 
when rain
is forecast 
out I
do run
hoping to 
feel something 
other than 
the sun