Old Stuff - 13

Once again,

Another pool I can't enter,

Hurts,

It definitely hurts.

Old Stuff - 12

Don't bank on it,

He's the same,

Eventually he'll go back to that one person,

Who he can't leave,

It's always the same,

I never learn.

And maybe I was wrong.

Warning

Its the words,
My mother says,
Her intuition,
She's almost never wrong,
I know it,
And herein lies fear and doubt.

Old Stuff - 3

I'm attracted to dark pools of water

Old stuff - 1

See?
He's just like the rest,
All work,
And no reciprocity,
Beautiful words,
Empty promises,
Same trap,
Different vessel.