persiflage

when you sit on the phone with someone

listening to the nuances of their future

thinking fast!

thinking ahead to

what advice

you might throw in

front of them,

a stick to trip up their journey

but then you cant

bear to see them suffer

that trip and fall

(the one you suffered when

they pulled the table cloth from

the dinner table,

thinking they were a magician but

really just leaving you surrounded

by the mess they made of your life, err, dinner…)

when their safety,

their happiness

has become even more important

than your own:

you love.

It’s long been said,

and some asshole know-it-all will most likely

dare say it to me again:

“If you love something, set it free…etc, etc, etc…”

Fuck him (or her)

Whomever the optimist was that believed

she’d EVER come back,

or that the fact she didn’t means she

never was mine…

pfft.

Love isn’t always mutual,

and in my experience,

the truest love I’ve ever felt has been

unreciprocated…

others rarely care

what I want

or feel

or need and

that’s exactly how I know

it’s real.