It is time

I still think of you but it is different

I recognize your coldness and know

It took too long

But now I am not afraid

To show you what is up

I have to be strong and face the facts

There are matters to be dealt with

No longer the heart

No longer the mind

Just the logistics of a goodbye.

You don't know me

Started truly dating again

trying to reclaim myself

My life, my love.

Been listening to me

Wondering if I know how to do this

Thinking

Realizing that people don't really understand the self

that they are taken by surprise

and in that they take the ones around them by surprise too

Leaving them without explanation or thought

Just the aftermath of what they did

So I sit waiting to meet a person who has enough awareness

to not give me aftermath

but give me the moment

Someone I can know

Who knows themself

Another Day

So I met someone,

She is nice,

She never called back

So I met someone else

She is nice

She never followed through

And so the story goes.

I must be doing something wrong.

I am tired.

The communication thing does not seem to work.

Maybe I will try lying instead.