You get mad that
you can’t turn water into wine
But baby I never ask for that
Water was what I wanted
all along
Too bad your demons won’t let you listen
And Your pity parties always win
I could hand you my bleeding heart
on a platter,
pour my soul out in a letter
Drain my blood to paint you a picture
And in return I’d only get crickets
My search history is microwaves…
That’s how real this was for me.
But while waiting to go to the dentist,
Like a baby left on the doorstep,
His ego bought a car.
And just like a pulmonary embolism
This thing we had dropped dead.
Respect has a rhythm and
Trust is a beat
And you need to use your mouth
For the CPR to treat
If you even allowed yourself to be taught…
Haven’t you learnt that you need
to leave a crack in the window?
You don’t know everything yet.
Written August 18 2023
