before bed… a poem

more time

the fact the time will heal my hurts
is just another sugar coated lie
ive been force-feed through the years.
the fact remains, ive grown past it
ive learned to deal with this responsibly.
i have taught myself not to hate,
to live, learn and appreciate.
but the fact also remains that
some things i will never forget.
in the deep dark cold hours of the night
i dance with these memories.
dance with candles and sad music,
a bitter taste on my lips i will savor.
maybe its better i remember
even if you call me jaded over it.
i fear im too jaded to love again!
these nights are all i have left.

its too
too easy
its too easy
to wish you harm

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