Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Moving On

Opening her fingers
letting fall like rose petals
 little words
"Fuck You"
spilling onto the ground

Saltwater rains down
staining pavement

The petals have dried:
crispy, salted, stained.

Choices are hard.
Knowing which way to go
Mercy comes not easy to her.

May you always be known--for what you are:
O'fisher of dreams, Dreamwalker, hunter of innocence.

There is a fine line between hate and love.
I love to hate you.
I hate to love you.

Mercy is not easy
as the rains fall.