Sunday, July 12, 2009

Breaking the habit

I’m breaking the habit.
It’s tough and it’s hurting.
Need you out of my system.

Every waking hour in your midst.
You said ‘Never a moment of bliss’.
What was it you spoke of?
Rubbishing romance and the first kiss.

Why did I hang on?
It’s a lone wolf I’m looking at.
What was I thinking?
Wolfs are not human beings.

A light laugh, chatter-filled nights.
From myself I was estranged.
A strange, new awareness; new sensations.
A renewed dash of hope, faith.

I’m breaking the habit.
You’ve got me roughed and smarting.
heart on sleeve that I’m sporting.

1 comment:

  1. Good for you. :)

    I like poems that don't rhyme, but I haven't tried to write them as yet.


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