Tuesday, December 1, 2015




Too soft… too hard;
Too hurt… too scarred…
Too angry in your pain -
Too willing to lay blame.

You do not love me now-
You love him more:
Understandings reached
Just walked out the door.

Jealousy is rife-
Cuts like a knife.
Over shoulder glances…
Off the shelf romances.

Too insincere… too much faking;
Too little giving… too much taking.
Too compassionate for your own good- far too needy;
Too much the martyr- way too greedy.

Too many characters in this drama-
I need to swim in waters calmer…

I see- clearly- that I have not the wit to charm her…

There is no future in this longing.

Michael Collins

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