Not Again

I’m traveling the world
Living with love
And showing her as much as I can
That my smile has deeper roots now
I smile at least once a day
And I’ve learned to let shit slide
The way it likes to
I don’t believe in bliss
Or happily ever afters
But karmas swung my way
at least a couple times

It’s always there though
Lingering
Like blood on shirt collars
Never pure white again

She’s always there
wether I know I need her or not
A hand to pull me back
A word for me to lean on
A heart to give me shelter

I have a flower to treasure on winter days
A post to cling to when the wind is screaming
I even own a pot to piss in

But I can’t shake it
The thought that somewhere out there
Hiding in my shadow
brushing my face in gentle breezes
A hand is waiting
To snatch it all away

Again