Way too little
Much too late
Too much time
Too many lies
Too much forgiveness
Broken trust too
Too too many
Way too many
Much too many
Too many’s too
Now too long
Not too soon
Us two too
Back too to
Being alone too
Category: Start/End Relationships
TheGate
The ghosts are
Gone I’m no
Longer haunted by
Selfish mistakes which
Tripped me as
I ran through
What appeared to
Be a prairie
But which was
Really a cemetery
Filled with skeletons
And noxious things
Free at last
I sit alone
Past the forgiving
Onto the forgetting
ProblemUs
I’m not broken
Neither are you
And there in
Lies the problem
The problem us
And it all
TugO’War (for Java, I get it)
I have tried
God knows how
I have tried
Standing on my
Side and holding
This rope letting
You win and
Drag me through
The mud of
Your life hoping
To eventually pull
You back through
To my side
But no once
I was winning
You dropped your
Rope knee deep
In mud saying
I’d rather stay
Here and wallow
Staring in disbelief
Pleading asking why
I dropped mine
And returned home
Letting you stay
Where you’ve always
Wanted to be
In your mud
But now I
Understand why whereas
Your mud is
Knee deep my
Mud’s deep enough
To drown in
Seesaw
At first we
We’re children on
A seesaw giggling
And laughing as
Up we went
And down we’d
Go but over
Time it wasn’t
Just us on
The seesaw it
Was everything and
Everyone else that
Wanted to ride
Our ride and
All this weight
Changed our seesaw
From a pleasure
And into life
The glee gone
Now just up
And down and
Up and down
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 