cliff's notes...

The older we get
The more we have to carry
We embrace what the future has in store for us
But cringe at the thought of what we have left in our past
And you begin to wonder
How much is too much for some one else to know
We say we want a person that we can tell our life stories to
But in reality we want some one to tell the cliff’s notes version of our lives to
We are all too afraid and worried that the other person will judge us, pity us,
or look at us differently
taking us off the pedestal that they have chosen to place us on
and then there are those times that what we have to carry
is sitting on the tips of our tongues
we are longing to tell what we have hidden
but fear keeps it inside
so we retreat back to our closets
locking the skeletons inside
and continue to pass out the cliff’s notes version of our lives…

no come backs...

the last return ever expected

your departure was so abrupt

left me wondering....

left me waiting....

resulted in confusion and disbelief

the truth was revealed

pain and humiliation followed

left me questioning myself

and now a come back is planned?

the door that you closed

was locked during your exit

with the windows nailed shut

and a vacant sign placed outside

with no fowarding address left...

dear old friend pt 2

Dear old friend

i've got on my dancing shoes

but you've sat me on

a roller coaster

old friend

it all feels too fast

way too fast

i think that i need to catch my breath

i haven't been on one of these in a while

once one of my favorite things

now makes me nervous

old friend why wont you let me get off

this roller coaster feels as though

it is going to end up going no where

i do not know what to do

everything feels brand new to me

the wind in my face

the blood rushing through my veins

and down through my finger tips

the warmth that enters my cheeks

at the thought of...

*sigh*

old friend

i know all i have to do is say stop

and that you'll let me get off

but i feel as though i can't

or maybe

just maybe

i do not want to get off

dear old friend

even with you holding my hand

everything once so familiar

feels brand new again