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Bed of Roses

Leftovers are a let-down.

Picking up the pieces

Of my broken heart.

Left not right,

Caught in the middle.

Ideologies and rumors,

Hearsay and politics.

Wondering what to do,

After it’s all been said and done.

Get out the bread and butter.

Stir up the soup of the day.

Mow the lawn and be happy.

Such an excuse to be gay.

Do you know the secret

To making peace in this time?

Mine is slowly seeping

Into a bed of roses.

Ready to Go

Was it something I said?

Or is it something about me

That causes you to doubt yourself?

Some kind of honesty

That penetrates your facade?

Some truth that echoes

In the halls of your heart and mind,

Calling you out of your slumber,

To accountability and renewal?

Is it the low blows and cheap shots

That I’ve taken at you over time,

Coming back to roost?

Is our relationship that fragile?

Are the bonds of our love that weak?

Is our relationship that disposable?

Not from my side, never fear.

When you’re ready to be mature,

To talk things out and make up,

To declare peace over this war torn

Battlefield,

To move on from this stagnation,

I’m ready to go.

Rejected

Twisting, turning.

Emotions churning.

My heart is heavy.

My losses burning.

Oh, God,

When will you come

And save me?

My friends have left me,

And I feel abandoned.

The rejection stings.

Spare me from torture.

Please, Lord,

Let us reconcile once more.