Opening Letters From Forgotten Friends


Opening Letters From Forgotten Friends

 

What can see me thru this one

Defenses on call

Scenarios worked out through all possible outcomes

 

Disappointment seems inevitable

Prepare your heart for a let down

 

Lining souls for the gauntlet

Forgetting promises made

Safety in solitude

Risks must be taken to grow

 

Is growth worth the inevitable pain?

 

I can see it coming

No phone call, no letter or even an email

 

No, a phone call

Ice voice and anger

Apologies and devastation

 

Scenarios on call

Good bitch, bad bitch

Happy bitch smiling

 

Quiet, this is all a secret

Jumping into emotional pools without a psychiatrist

 

Danger Will Robinson!

Rough terrain ahead

 

I smell disaster

I feel disaster

 

How much can one man change?

Dumb question

 

Where’s my Ativan?

In all ideal conditions

This poem wouldn’t be written

 

My fear of your judgment of me

My judgment of me

My hatred of myself

 

Prepare your heart for a let down

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