I have left you so many times
and you don’t even know it.
My mind is preparing for the day it all collapses.
I was grown to prepare for the worst.
Everyone leaves and once you walk out that door,
my mind will already have all the scenarios worked out.
I am not giving myself a chance to believe
because it never served me any good.
A change in tone, one wrong look,
too long without an answer and I am getting over you.
I don’t let myself relish in the good because that’s
what kills you when everything inevitably falls.
2 thoughts on “Poem #287”
Well said, well said.