History
Said it to myself last,
that infamous ‘I love you.’
Never understood why it was so hard
just to believe.
Believed that if it was stated,
it might come true;
like wishes on stars
or dandelion blossoms.
Blossomed from trust to lust,
on to insanity, never once
looked back to see if
the path was mine, doubled back.
Back to back disasters;
failures punctuated by legal fees,
diaper bags and baggage.
Pack quickly, carefully and move.
Moved from knife point
to the middle of the road.
Found a little, gave a lot
decided to be ok with me.
Me, hesitating at last to say,
that infamous “I love you.”
Still don’t understand why
it’s so hard to believe.
This is reworked from a piece written in April, 2006
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