i love you
part-time
in the moment
temporarily
from time to time
i don't mind
our incompatibility
they say that opposites attract
your yang to my yin
your sin to my sin
your vodka to my gin
your excess to my lack
my nightmare is your dream come true
you look a little confused, boo
don't you know who I am?
it's me
the center of your world
it's me
the one who makes your toes curl
muscles tighten
eyes roll to the back of your head
i'm the one
who makes and
breaks your bed
and that's not even my best room
i hate you
part-time
in the moment
temporarily
from woman to man
i can't stand
our incompatibility
i don't talk and you don't listen
you lose, i win
when i sin, you sin
just like that?
what are we missing?
you don't know how to love me
you say
i say
you did fine yesterday
what the hell happened
to today?
i'm still me
well...
maybe i have changed
a little
reassessed my game
a little
stopped placing blame
just a little
my vision is sharper
hard to believe, but
still true
i'm a different person
a brighter star
a better me
and you, boo
you're still you.
If this poem seems familiar to some of you, it's because I shared it once at The Well-Fed Spirit. Just wanted to let you know that I'm still here. This bullshit, too, shall pass. Thank you so much Bruce for checking in with me and making me realize that bullshit is bullshit. Love you to itty bitty pieces!
Hope all is well with all of you. I miss the hell out of you guys. I will try to get caught up on all your lives as soon as I can. Promise.
There is a light at the end of this tunnel. I see it...but I haven't reached it yet.
Love and big hugs,
Mrs. Hyde
