Poetry

No one is looking over the shoulder.

No one is expecting me to be accurate.

I am trying to do the budget.

Still have old fears that won’t die.

Maybe someday I will be more comfortable in my spending and savings.

Perfection is easy for some people.

They make it look so effortless.

To be so put together is envious.

I will just look away avoiding eye contact.

To be able to have common sense.

To understand your place in the world.

Nobody tells you about the trials and tribulations.

Yet, experience is the only way to reach it.

No wonder as I grow older I see more possibilities

and regret the ones that closed.

Swords for training.

Questions unanswered.

Feeling alone, desperate.

Just once I would like some certainity.

Not merely wishful conjecture.

Scams are every where.

Caution is never not needed.

One moment of inattention is all it takes.

Curiousity over rules common sense.

We still fall for it.

Some just get more hurt than others.

Bragging is unacceptable.

Boasting means arrogance.

Being proud of yourself requires attention.

Confidence in your abilities is not bragging.

I know my worth.

I deserve respect.

I enjoy my life.

Mistakes have been made.

I have tried to own up.

Some things will never be made right.

The past is the past.

I now look toward the future.

Working together.

Building together.

Being together.

Are we together?

Or am I living in a fantasy world?

Dissolve instantly

into nothingness

yet still has volume

to fill you up.

Tell me directly

what you want.

If you hint I may not get it,

or worse I’ll ignore it.

Ask me or tell me what you want.

I have trouble with ambiguity.