Thursday, February 23, 2017


Mars and Venus are at odds again
Making me lose sleep
I never understood what was left to gain
By pretending that you'd made the leap

My words fall short
I am stirring the pot again
Hoping to see it from a different angle
But try as I might, this is the best I've got

My lips form sentences lost on those nearby
Perhaps those whispers were only meant for myself
An affirmation, a declaration of my own solitude
That has taken me this long to recognize.

I go back to space
The sky endless
and my lips finally rest
I look up, and guide myself home

I am finally heard.

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