On Broken Relationships
No, that’s not all of what’s been keeping me from religiously posting here.
But
Questions emerge and burn themselves into my skull
(on the inside-
people can see my odd expressions as I
try to read these painful messages
but they don’t really know
what I’m doing, I
really don’t think most of them care-)
-Was there ever any room for me in your life?
-Were you looking for a servant?
-A robot to complete all tasks
you didn’t particularly want to do?
-Someone to send out in search of the
inglorious dollar
while you
hoped you could sit at home
and stuff your face with bon bons?
-Is there really stuff like this happening in relationships these days?
-Does nothing ever change?
Okay, so I’m depressed?
I’m physically run down and
getting over another wonderful winter cold.
And I’m not doing my yoga breathing exercises.
So maybe everything seems worse
than it really is.
But do you know who I am?
Does anything I care about mean anything to you?
& Why did I think you were any different
from all the self absorbed…
(never mind the stupid terms that flood my brain
like ‘bimbos’ and worse…)
Why did I think you were worth the trouble?
-Are you? Have you ever been? Did you even try?
—eh
————— I don’t even want to sign this.
