want to know something funny?
when I started this blog, i didn’t know she would read it
but, as fate would have it, she did
and still, probably is.
which means I can’t write the things that I’d like to
as it would all seem like a desperate attempt.
so, step back, if you can, 8 months ago
she was gone
talked about only in my most altered states
I missed her
and wished fate rang twice
but it doesn’t
and sometimes, the missed lottery number, even if by one number
makes one realize that fate lies not in the persons choice of numbers,
but the exact opposite
so, goodbye, tale that will sell
so long, story that brings drinks
sleep tight, nightmare that’s kept me awake
and thanks, the muse/menace that’s driven me from/to so much
if there’s a lesson to be learned in all of this
I don’t want to know
I just want to be done with it all
and rest content next to someone who sees me for what
this wasn’t meant to come across poetic
I just don’t want to waste any more prose
or grammar
or spelliing
or flow
or lack thereof
on something that’s not mine
nor ever has been
save for a few tales
that I’d been brought up believing.