Monday, January 31, 2011

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Paying the Cost

I'm 35.
I'm falling behind.
I'm losing my mind,
blind to hopeful thoughts.

Why didn't I stop
believing I was right
essentially calling you an idiot.

Who am I kidding it
didn't matter what I said.
What led was what I didn't.

I remain livid in our schism;
love and beauty was not spoke.
The joke was the support I said I gave,
however, behavior did not display
care.

Jeez, you must have thought
I was never really there.
I just sent my body in
to speak my sin
and you were just suppose to take it.

You didn't break it
lady
not even close.
You were just a host to this madness
and sadness could be the only reasonable response.

So I stand here
at the counter
of "Lonely Assholes Who Never Listened".
"Incorporated".
Paying the cost of my ego.