Today is a day for firsts
Like putting vodka in my V8,
Leaving work early so I can concentrate
on the last time I felt this way.
Today marks the second scar
that my heart has to heal from.
I'm going spend it as far away
From those who made the incision,
Because distance can be numbing
In the face of indecision.
I want to be more mature about this,
But I reserve the right to be pissed off
at the people who put me here.
I've got a soft heart, and I need to start using it more effectively,
Because I know what comes next,
and once was enough.
This time is a first for me,
But I'll brave it without bleeding,
or needing a rubber band wrapped around my wrist, because this is my chance to break the silence.
Third shot in and I'll be thinking different.
At least I've been there enough to see it coming,
And nobody else can make a commitment to me, so I'll do it myself.
This is the first time I'll admit I need help, and when I get it,
I hope I won't feel so pathetic.
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Thresheld
PoetryMy life is a series of thresholds that I overcome through poetry. Love, loss, pain, regret, humor, irony, word play, and even sarcasm are as much apart of my life as they are central to my poems here. I am Thresheld. UPDATE: It's been quite a few ye...
