The only way to win
Is not to play the game
It’s rigged to destroy you
The Game
Tag: hurt feelings
Hope Sinks
You will never get back what you’ve lost, you can only hope that you
Forget what you wanted
And how it made you feel, before you got crushed by desolation
We Want the Same Things
We want the same things
To be loved and seen
But I’m not enough
To fulfill your loss
Didn’t I try? And
Didn’t you prove how
Empty my love was?
We continue this
Tired dance, this way
And that; we don’t want
To leave, and don’t want
To stay, and so we
Shuffle endlessly.
Quandary
Am I satisfied
With this life, or just
Exhausted and dry
Soft Close
We don’t talk anymore; I
Pretend it’s mutual but
It was you who decided.
Perhaps I wasn’t good for
You, though I always tried to
Be good to you. For the best,
I tell myself, while the you
Shaped hole in me aches, empty
Harm Reduction
It makes me itch not
To talk to her, but
I hate myself less
After the Comeback
I am sure it gave you no
Satisfaction to watch me
Take a fall, and recovery
Was a foregone conclusion.
All the same, have a great life.
Do not talk to me again.
Ragged
You know not how to stitch a
Wound, to tend it so it heals.
You can only twist the knife.
Distortion
We only see each
Other through frosted
Glass, shapes and colors
Herman’s Hermitage 