Day: March 5, 2021

I’m stuck in this place
shut-in an inescapable destination
she lies about her love
and I wait for the moment
she confesses–it never comes

I am a forgiving person
I think–“she’ll come to her
senses soon”
but there is no soon
and I grow tired of
standing by a shaky
promise
it is flawed and broken

lately, I’ve been feeling
flawed and broken too
finally, she waltzes in
with gifts and sweet apologies
that melt my heart

I’m putty, a weakling
she has me right where
she wants me . . .

falling back into
her world, forsaking
and forgetting mine