JHem

It was as sweet as freshly picked berries. As healing as being held to be carried. I was sure love began to bear its fruits. As I believed it was blossoming from its roots, Neglect wouldn't let in the sunshine. So began this heart rot of mine. I confused her night light for the real thing. Feeding me leftover fruit snacks. Artificial sugar and no nutrients. Dare I say? A piece to display, Armcandy titled "bae." My heart was adopted. Perfect story for her blog. Ya see, even altruism sells. I thought we'd become family, "Life's too crazy to take seriously," My wellbeing seen oh so casually. I was running out of notebook paper. My diary like a printing press. Looking like cut and paste. You'd figure this was just a game. And they were telling me the rules. But I never consented to play. They say I'm lawless Having no playbook. How'd authentic look? "You'll be a loser," But I'll hold that L L for Love.

There's a price to pay For freezing a heart. Listen to me say. Peeking your mind is an art, Yet it feels rather invasive.  Am I being intrusive? I guess it's all about consent. I guess sometimes I feel content. I guess I believed our bond was cement. Like a string uncutable, But still able to be bent. Certainty was surely inconclusive. The water played its part. Frozen for you to slide away. Is zazen with you unobtainable?

"Have you ever heard the rumors? Almost too good to be true. Not as good as the hype." And I see Your mind's given you All the answers. There's something without parity, It's filled by your heart, Full of clarity. When that big brain of yours, Projects past doors, There's no sight. Only might. "Maybe it should be a little more, Maybe it's a little too much, Maybe it's most definitely mid." But love a little, No, this is no riddle. You can't see the puddle, Too busy analyzing the reflection, Standards turn to belittle. It's death by institution.  Wipe away the assumptions, Tears will clean that stuff, Maybe you haven't cried enough.