Love Dont Live Here Anymore
Love somehow moved out after I did, love was tired,
so was I.
I have had love dangling in front of my face, a tease of some sort. Na na na a boo boo, you can’t have this. With promises of more. I have been fed lies and led to believe something other than the truth. At times I have done this to people, haven’t we all at one point or another. My thoughts were consumed with possibilities, hopes that were stepped on and thrown in the recycle. Now not bitter just basically done. Love don’t live here anymore, I have fought the good fight, I have stayed the course and some just didn’t play fare. Here I am today pumping my single fist not saying I am closed to love just put a hold on it for now. I have been hurt, left off somewhere between Bellevue and my therapist. I have slowly pieced me back together, so why would I want to go through that again. I wish I could stay in the gooey stage before we realized each other faults. Before we got to the core of the bull shit. Love well that’s a two letter word and a relationship well that’s a whole different conversation. I can’t even maintain a healthy relationship with my bank, let alone with another person. But I am hopeful one day we will meet at this place again. When I am ready to take my hold off and invite love in to stay.

