May 7th, 2011


Reduce. Reuse. Recycle.

Broken though breathless
To endure my penance
Yet again;
Open and careless,
Albeit knowing exactly
How this goes,

I tread on the same
Eggshells of hurt pride,
Quicksands of the past.
I trace my steps back
Over the ashes of
A burned bridge.

I offer the battered
Surviving pieces of my
Careworn heart
As fodder to be thrown
To the wolves of your

Tear down my defenses,
Dry my rueful tears so that
I can
Cry new streams of sadness
And break down the levees
Of new pain.