You used to be smart
Book smart
Head so far in books the boys only read you for your body
They still do
But now you're slipping
Fading
Falling
Crumbling like the stones on the east side of the cliff
And the downfall isn't pretty
It's not filled with
Diamonds or gems
Expensive purses
Or MacBooks

It's empty
It's lost
And it's scary

It's alone

Trust me when I say this
I've been there
It's not pretty

You can't have your cake and eat it too but occasionally you can chip away piece by piece until all the crumbs and slivers are a whole lot of full belly and afternoon naps

Tears roll down the edge of her cheeks
Pushed to the brink
"It was me"
That she thinks

So she sits and stirs
About the he's and the hers
In a fast paced world
Where close your eyes
And it's over

A disappointment at best
Would they still miss you
The answer is yes

A gentle caress
In time she'll express
For now just be patient

Write in third person
Like lifes a game
Jokes on you friend
there's only
You to blame

"How to love people and use things instead of using people and loving things"

The aching body
demands to be held
But the anxious mind
Over-rides with
No chance
in hell !

I don't not want to love
I'm afraid to lose
To lose something is like
Hearing sounds but seeing no picture
Or thinking thoughts but having no voice
I can't lose anymore
I'm already too lost