some say

my bluntness is endearing.
others say, my laughing eyes.

i kicked that old self out. beat her out of my chest like a thunderstorm gone amiss, that flooded the south leaving no survivor behind. one step at a time i am seeding out those who are bad for me. i do not want to take the time to help anyone grow. i grew alone. i do not want to be your peek into the dark side. i do not want to be the first misguiding step that helps you cross whatever lines you wish to. if that is what you are looking for, i can refer you to that old self. she now lives two blocks away.

stubborn.
tired.
alone. i do not wish to be claimed. i am alone. i wish. i am tired of. of accommodating.

we sit on the hill to watch the sun die, and the Moon rise.
in all Her glory,
i Could apologize.