Life never ceases
to disappoint me.
I can't even cry
anymore.
Adjusted baseline--
hell as the new normal.
I've believed in
comical things
like fate
and love
and truth.
Gibberish
to people I
would have given
my heart to.
I should have
hewed
to what I was taught--
misunderstanding,
abandonment,
rejection.
We dream
and are told
this is noble.
But dreaming
is just
one more thing
you do alone.
.
Since I know you will read this, little lamb, and because of the timing of it, let me just say right now that nothing in this poem is about you. You are the exception that proves the rule. I know it's not gibberish to you.
ReplyDeleteWhat is this about Angel? So hopeless.
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