some people do it
unintentionally, send it with
roses and a "best wishes" card
but I didn't know what to think anymore,
how to think anymore,
formulate a clear picture with
loose threads and a runaway
rationale
the way you wrung truths 'round their necks,
smoked out sensibility and the premise of
my own decisions;
I am wary of your wine and the opinions that follow,
(your sour notes play on
stop, rewind, repeat)
and the next person to wipe their feet on the welcome mat?
I'm wary of them too, and the
next and the next,
watching secrets on the night wind
blow away like the
sand over my eyes,
the salt between my teeth.
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Moving On
Poetrya collection of poetry about moving on, relationships, self growth, and emotions. "sixteen is learning you are better than you know, you are more beautiful than you know, it is picking up the pen and writing your own definitions."
