Quick, fluttering peeks behind towers of
boxes…
eavesdropping on all your quips as sly as
foxes…
stalking you online in the name of all things
wrong…
guaranteed I wasted my time now that you’re
gone.
Maybe I wanted a simple daybreak,
creating a real delusion so fake,
not that there was a chance in the first place –
less… than… true… love.
Good thing I barely got attached at all;
one too many errors brought about your fall.
No, no, no…
it was not meant to be, be, be.
No, no, no…
you were not meant for me.
D.J. Whisenant
Acceptance can be very liberating