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Friday, April 27, 2018

I'm alright in bed, but I'm better with a pen

"Saudade" by Jackie Cannon Reeves

I am not broken by these events. I am simply more on the defense.
Offense. Offend. Try to comprehend how I apprehend the offenders of me.
Of peace. Of ease. Self-Righteous disease.
There’s no rhyme or reason why it’s not my season. So I sit and wait.  
Contemplate. Commiserate with wine.
I find my mind is designed
To unwind in a spiral.
I know that I will be the one to overthink
Over drink, I'm on the brink of
Not a breakdown but a breakthrough. I see the truth. I see you. 
I see that you've made a choice that you have never voiced. So now I am poised...
Prepared, and ready
To put feet to my faith if I can keep these hands steady. So I swipe open my phone
(why am I sweating) 
and click on your name. I start typing and press send, hoping to finally end the game. 
But I am wrong. 
Your response is the same old song, the same old dance
Your final request for just one more chance, one more try, I don't even bother to ask you why, 
I just say yes, I acquiesce, and let you kill me all over again. 
And again.
And again.
A beautiful end. Death disguised as a friend. As a lover. A betrayal whose depths I have yet to discover. 
I am not broken by these events. I am simply more on the defense. 
Or so I thought. I think I am caught. Found out. On display. My face a mask of shame. 
Because I knew what I was doing, I know what I have done. 
But now I can't tell if it was worth what I've won.