. . . 

I’m in love with the idea

Of you being greater

Being more than

Being enough

Fair deuce

You owe me nothing

Doesn’t feel good to have energy ripped

From you

In silence

Without warning

Without care

Left to pick up the pieces

I never intended to share

But did

And had them dropped

Like a receipt fallen

Unawares

From pocket to floor

In the rain

What is your game

It’s not everyday I am so open

Slight me once

Shame

Slight me twice

Habit

Is that my fault also?

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s