She’s like pulling teeth, you’re like my Novocaine.
Take two, twice a day to numb the pain.
I’m pro-Cain, because I’m just not Abel.
No one’s my keeper, I’m barely stable.
There’s rocks in my brain, cause obviously I’m insane.
Thinking it wouldn’t be the same and yet I’m not even the main
Attraction to the attention, barely a sideshow entertained
Skip the ad, move over to the main feature
Just simply an audience member in the theater
Watching, waiting. Listening, learning.
On the who, what, when, why, where and how
To simply try to be engaging.
Look out, only have the attention now
And maybe it’s just for a minute.
That’s a whole sixty seconds, aren’t I fortunate?
Or unfortunate. Maybe or a definite.
I’m as confused as you.
On the fly, changing rhyme schemes
But can’t change the mean to the right scene
It’s a bit obscene that I must lean on a bar that can’t be seen.
Maybe Im just finding an excuse to hold on
For dear life, in a ship that’s sinking.
Capsizing, drowning.
I’ll be the Jack to a wilting Rose.
Knowing the answer to the last petal.
Getting through the days knowing really shows my mettle.
But a medal of participation is all I’d get.
Floating aimlessly albeit selfishly.
A wave puts my mind at ease.
Looking far well beyond the horizon, I smile.
Thanks for the breeze.

As the ebb tide recedes, along with it my spirit.
Left to my own devices, I swim against the tide.
Not knowing the extent of my strength.
Or the limits of my own ignorance and stupidity.
I clutch on to that string that couldn’t be cut.
That if I’m ever stranded or marooned,
it’ll lead me back to where I belong.
It comes crashing, in waves, in phases.
The ebb and flow of human emotions.
We bury what is real treasure
and lose sight of what’s truly valuable.
Yet capsizing on worthless inconspicuous obligations.
They may rotate amongst each other,
we revolve around our own evolution.
The moonlight illuminating the surface but something’s amiss.
When will I see my reflection again?

I dare not call it closure, as it has a fatal connotation
At least to me in regards to what was beautifully blossoming.
Could call it a sense of relief knowing that the last words exchanged weren’t trivial
But words that were reassuring.
That we both impacted each other’s lives
In some shape or form.
Yet misunderstandings on both ends
Left our friendship torn.
But that string was too precious to cut, even by your hands
And it sewn us back together.
Maybe it wasn’t love on my end but happiness
That I found a friend I could rely on forever.
But at any moment’s notice
Was the warning you gave.
And without any warning it did happen
The communication buried in its sudden grave.
Yet you ended up again
In the territory where I can be free
To give me some insight on why you left.
You didn’t owe anyone an explanation. That was selfish of me.
But you did. And I thank you for that.
What you taught me I will always remember
The door is always open. Whenever you have the time
Visit and take a gander.
It grew complicated from the beginning
And it became simple in the end.
Our friendship was built on hope
That conviction will never bend.
This all began with a basic rhyme scheme
Written to the sweet soul who gave a damn
About a lonely, unconfident broken writer
To you, I say “Talk to you later”, not goodbye…

My favorite anagram.