The Blame Game

Who is at fault for the demise of our unfortunate,
sorry excuse for a relationship? You or me?
Right from the start, it was a fight
to revive the dead; we blame each other
for losing sight of what was valuable, and that’s
the only agreement we’ve reached to date.

Next Comes Happiness

For the first time in a long time, she can
genuinely smile without throwing salt
over her shoulders or knocking on wood
out of fear that her happiness will be
short-lived because of her involvement
with a man who felt miserable in his skin.
His sole mission was to make her feel
uncomfortable in her place of rest; he frowned up
on anyone with a smile, so her beautifully sculpted
teeth stayed hidden, overtime the light
from her eyes became dim;
only her fears came to life.

He Invades My Mind

I think about him, and I think about him;
I try to forget about him but end up thinking
about him more. I keep longing for his presence,
so I try to think about something else,
struggling miserably, trying to ease
my troubled mind I want to forget
about him, but no matter what I do
I can’t seem to get him off my mind.