Work In progress

 
co-dependence scares
my heart right out
Leaving
it bleeding on the
floor
-there's still a murmur
living in valves
making its pump play
heavy metal
from natural
progression
Much like grade school
inaugurations

Its a change from
everything
from linen to working hours
Those nights
self reflecting
words on pages
to
trips for ice cream
with the little hearts

Technically
see the need for
evolution in living
and flower arrangements
Its weight
heavy
on having taken
eleven years
to speak to myself
with some
mutual self understanding

and of course
there's
chocolate