Sunday, September 17, 2017

*Shrug*

But it's my nature, I said.
Trying to change it would take a lot of time and effort
that would ultimately defeat the purpose.

Monday, September 4, 2017

She Says Apologetically

"I'm sorry."

What useless words. So craved, so meaningful and still...

I can assure you there are anchors and anvils attached to those two measly words. My apology is as heavy as every ocean and every sea. I could scream it till you were deaf and still wonder if you believed me. I promise you, I'm so sorry that I say it in my sleep.

I wish my apologies healed hearts.
I wish they did more than tear you apart.

Letter From an Old Poet

 I Day two thousand  one hundred and ninety-one. Our little blue marble has made one modest revolution  around our honey-sweet sun  si...