SerenitySavage

You keep picking me up and Putting me back in your pocket For safe keeping On another day But your pocket liner Has become thin and frayed From the scratching claws Of those in your collection So it was easy To chew myself free You don’t even realize That I am gone The weight of the other women Will hide the loss

The only two feelings  That the soul remembers  Are the flower that is love and  The spider of abandonment  Both permanent fixtures  Endless and painful  There can be no love Without a web of loss Everyone wants  That exquisite flower  And the spider  Preys on that fact We will all end up  Loved and left You can’t reconcile One without the other 

My kindness is not A game for you to win If it’s deserved I will bulldoze Your playing field Balanced and level And we’ll play the sport That I have never lost Spite, disdain, and this wit Is all that you will get