One after another Sheets of metal fall from my lips Slicing the corners of my mouth As they clatter to the ground Symbols etched in silver Canvased anguish Purposeful debris Manufactured for them to see Even under a microscope They struggle to decipher The sigils of unsung history Of the ambivalence of death ‘Eureka!’ they shout in unison Handshakes flutter across the room Pleased with their accomplishment Misread, misint...
"Okay, fine." "But, that's not what I said." "Honey, it's what I heard. Let's just drop it for now." "Okay, but I meant that I understood what you said." "I don't want to upset you. I know you're not feeling good." "Really, I'm actually feeling great. Just the usual stuff, but it's fine, dear." "Well, I just want us to be clear." "We are clear. I feel that you're really upset with me." "No, that's not it at all. I mean,...
It always seems to be the wayYou try too hard and lose the day. She asks so little from you nowPerhaps she has forgotten how. A loss, a hurt, an ache she sharedBut you were slow to show you cared. Away, she goes away to thinkAnd leaves your friendship on the brink.This is not love, but much, much moreAnd barely has it shown before. Sweet dear she is, a part of youYou must attempt to start anew. Reach out with earnest plea...
