Why do they always
never fail to find
the one exact breach
where I’m most vulnerable
as though they themselves
built this very wall
to keep them out
when in fact I
did and I guess
that I did hoping
that the one who
cared for me most
would doggedly find it
crippling me yet again
how wicked this love
Category: Life
Been
I feel like
that one sigh
that won’t come
knowing that if
I happened to
then everything else
would be better
but now I
sit here thinking
like the dishrag
on the sink
alone and useless
damp and sour
once having been
TwoTypes
As the tree
to the wind
I’ve nothing left
you’ve taken everything
that once was
As the sun
to the tree
I still shine
and will warm
and bring about
what was lost
The wind was
once your lover
and the sun
now your friend
LossVsWin
I’ve lost more
than I’ve won
but the losses
unlike the wins
taught me more
the wins well
like the winds
come and go
cooling the fire
that losses set
Words
These words
aren’t mine
they don’t
belong to
me but
rather they
belong to
those who
read me
words are
like children
born from
an inspiration
and once
given breath
becomes something
else entirely
important only
to those
who themselves
love them
