Leaf blower

I didn’t think love was seasonal

I always felt like it was timeless

Yet we disintegrated like falling leaves

So let’s just brush this all behind us

C-words

How do I cognitively concoct the crippling cares that encapsulate me? Could I carelessly cast them aside and calculate another way to claw back some pride? My smile is wide but I must confide, it still curls in the curve of my stomach; kicking me when I’m most careless and reminding me of what I lost, and ever since do crave. I can’t work out how to save myself, I'm a slave to my fondest memories. Lacking any real clarity or solidarity, I cling to a tarnished sense of cruel dread. My cynicism has cast me to casually believe that romance is most definitely dead.

Not cool

I tried to keep my console,

But slipped out of control.

I tried to keep my cool;

But he went straight to my soul.

Yes, now I agree - that was a powerful thing;

But little did I know I would feel the sting...

Of separation - or perhaps more, his rejection.

Pushed away when I showed my worse reflection.

An unfortunate projection of my deepest insecurity.

Thinking maybe he wouldn’t have liked me, simply for me.

The curse of this self-fulfilling prophecy.

So that’s where it left us.

An ocean apart.

Now a distance in mind.

And only one aching heart.