another one, sit there
beg to be let in
and, after careful consideration
i put the rejection letter in the bin

i have managed a friendship
of which i am not so sure
so, i stumble around here –
trying to avoid pavement cracks

how many times –
has the surface been above me
how many times?
drowning is not fun
trying to use your lungs

i know it is selfish
and i know i should not be alarmed
but when i am breaking down
i want tow truck style arms

do not talk to him…
do not talk to her –
she is a snake in the grass
there is a secret she would not share

on the verge
of tears
of a hill
well i broke down
and still they did not seem real

not sure of who i used to be
or what i wanted to be
i believe i have always understood
if that is the case

just like –
little yellow post-it notes are –
the revolution of petty office politics

we are tired of throwing pennies
into the wishing well
take me back to childhood bedtime
and stories that we tell