May 11, 2012

My mind is a battleground
constantly under siege by the
memory of you.

More often than not I am
infatuated with the enemy.
As much pain as the onslaught

brings, I loathe to see
the fight end. Not that

I even know
how to surrender. Trust,

the white flag would’ve
waved a ways back.


Like a politician, I flip
flop on you as an issue.

One minute, I am
furious. Blame is
all I understand.
“We will not stand for this!”

The rest of the time:
“It is a complicated
question, one that has
no simple answer…”

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