he makes me want to regress to the days when i
was an impressionable young girl
and instead of being impressed with the thugs, ne’er-do-wells and the hopeless
i’d have been more deeply in tune with
the impressions
of him
more cognizant of the impact someone like him would have on my life
more aware that my choices would only stifle me and
trifle my life with
bitter snippets of
wrong answers
one of two weary dancers in a waltz long ended
dependent on misguided heartstrings
blindly leading the logically deprived and
striving for more from what’s so obviously
less
and it
brings me to a point where i’d like to regress
i’d like to re-address my conscience and processes of thought
reevaluate my preferences and circumstances wrought from
stillborn relationships
suggestions of anger management
passive-aggressive attacks and mutual respect massacres
snarls and glares replacing ghosts of a laughter that once was so abundant
(to be cont’d)
