It’s very hard to be happy, it’s easy to be sad, fed up of saying ‘I’ so I shall try not to.
My soul was ready to move on when my ex extended the invitation to get back together, the door was always open, the love that was there never left.
Grabbed it, with grubby childish icecream tainted paws.
But now. I’m scared, how can I trust a man that threw me away or maybe the analogy is like picking up a dog shit, leaving on a tree and wanting to remind your self to ‘pick it up’ on the way back. That shit.
Wait, not is all lost
My subconscious allowed this to happen. An orchestra of moments, maestro. No.
Or perhaps yes, perhaps the next bridge will come with a key change of life’s choosing.
Or mine. I