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Just as bright colors blossom back into being,
just as I get the nerve to once again start feeling,
You step back in with your gray demeanor,
approaching storm, giving me a soul fever.
To remind me not to get too comfortable in peace of heart and mind,
once more wrapping my heart in caution tape with the tightest bind.
For again you take us to the razor’s edge of losing it all,
so willing to throw everything away on something so small.
Never been a gambler, but you, it’s your game of choice,
your house always wins as I lose my voice.
There’s no rhyme nor reason,
only devastating treason,
in the blink of an eye you let the breeze in.
At any time whirling into a fatal gust,
uncontrollable shakes in my misguided trust.
More about prevention than loving,
no whispering sweet nothing,
only thing being muttered are threats of dumping
How quick you are to pull that trigger of betrayal,
always holstered on your hip and ready to unleash a hale,
of insult bullets, belittling bomb,
like a refugee I flee, in search of calm.
Trigger-happy at someone else’s expense,
by the time I realized such a fate I was already in the twist.
One ego-bruising word and I’m a bird on your electric wire,
you there in an instant to breathe out the fire.
Lost in the incineration that tiny flame of passion.
that once brought us together, not an ounce of compassion.
In letting me know I’ve long lost by best friend,
the love I still have not enough karma points to spend,
and so I must constantly be on guard stockpiling for the inevitable end.
Thanks for the reminder.