Writing

I hissed as the pressure around my ribs tightened.

After Jack Gilbert

Am I disposable to you?
Did you get me thinking I'd be 20% off?
Did you get me thinking you could just find another, not caring if I'd be getting a good lover?
You think I'm disposable, discarded, trash.

I am a patriot and a proud American, and nothing will change that 

I will never cease to believe in the idea of America and the potential this nation holds 

Sometimes it feels like

there is a giant boulder

hanging above my head

which I constantly have to chip away at

to prevent it from crushing me

but, what if I rest too long

or can't chip fast enough

True love.

Love that's true.

Love you know

in your heart

is you and another person.

I guess I like to think I'm in love

I never really know.