Rolling in Brambles

Hug a thorn bush
kiss a porcupine
men are useless
men are unkind

I'm Writing to Tell You by Jewel Kilcher

I'm writing
this letter to tell you

I don't love you anymore.

I don't miss you.

I never have.

The truth is, I
tried, but never found
your adoration
anything other than arduous

your niceties cliched,

your praise thoughtless,

and it has become
unbearably obvious
that you love me with
all the originality
of romance novels;

the manly man weakening
the luscious flower.



One of my absolute favorites. As a single lady, I have met quite a few men who this poem reminds me of.
~T

Never Ending Heart Break

folded, closing
ending this tale
my heart is shuttered
sobbing in jail
each try was worth the risk
but too wounded, it now leaves a trail
waiting, waiting for one to follow
lift me up, for the breeze to sail
broken and lost
I sit by the trail
someone will come along eventually
but that too may fail
that's how it continues
like chain mail
leaving my heart in pieces
always ready to bail.

Just wrote this a moment ago. I just feel like from one relationship to another that it just leaves more and more wounds to heal and that with each new relationship I try, I'm just waiting for them to fix the broken heart the last one left. I don't think that is fair to them. So I feel like now I'm blocking myself off, letting myself heal and waiting for the right one to come along when I'm ready and when God thinks I'm ready. Lord, sometimes I think I'm ready...but that's only myself lying to myself.
~T