chances are
i take a chance
on myself
for the first time;
i can remember the bad bets
they were never on the house
someone else’s
& they went bust
not this time
ill gamble on this pair
Writing, Ideas, & Stories
chances are
i take a chance
on myself
for the first time;
i can remember the bad bets
they were never on the house
someone else’s
& they went bust
not this time
ill gamble on this pair
i see the demons
lurking
behind every devious
thought;
cursing me
reminding me
you can never out run
yourself
i never worried
just stayed up all night thinking
long Summer evening
you told me not to worry
about what tomorrow would be like
how we would eat
or how we would pay our bills.
even after you passed;
i always knew
you’d still be looking
over my shoulder
telling me
it would be okay.
i remember
very little;
i loved the way
you carried my memories –
but after a while
i guess
you got tired.
now that the baby is gone;
i saw your true colors,
& it’s not what i wanted
your hand reached for mine;
fingers danced like petals on a breezy day
up my arm down my forearm it’s all part of your charm.
it’s not that i don’t trust you
i don’t trust myself
to see you
for what you do
not for what you say;
every lie is a dime out of my pocket
& out of ten-
i came up short
to pay
for the next.
it’s the sour first bite
that leaves your bottom lip split
between another
or something new-
to tiffany blue’s
sweet red wine’s hands
deep sinking beneath
another;
you lead me on
like a laser to a cat
i follow
into light screaming choir
or a darkened pit of nothing;
i’ll be you’re play thing