Myself:

She
What is that
Fucking up my pronouns
Oops my mistake
She her
She was addicted
To a different kind of sadness
Nothing kind in that
A twist of fate
And a strange kind of Love
I fell into it
Eyes closed
And full of doubt
A cosmic bounce
I missed the act of loving
This is my addiction
Overflowing
With no safety value
Confused by this
Climbing up my own ass
Looking for the light
Not a good place to start
My heart needs my heart
Not fixing hers
She’s not the loving type
So why so sad
Only she can say
For her Love is in prohibition
And I’m no Speakeasy
Her pain is pain
She lives with it
It becomes her
Punishing me
For a love that’s on tap
Unexpected and
Complicated
No winners or losers
Just stalemates
And dead zones
Like a Steven King novel
Without the psychic
Her touch bedazzling me
Yet emotions
Lost to nonsense
Bullshit and banality
Rejection her protection
The cotton wool
Around her dead heart
Love beyond her
Deaf dumb and blind to it
My love poured on stony ground
Nothing flourishing there
My mission changing
To saving Myself

the Dyslexic Poet™🎩
“your Ringmaster”

Original words and thoughts penned of heart & mind of:
©Warren Mace, A.k.a the Dyslexic Poet™

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