I'm OK

Good poetry (or is this prose?) apparently comes out of heartache. I wrote this almost a year ago and just found it again. Damn.

So I'm posting it for anyone who needs to read it and feel that they're OK too.

(BTW...I'm OK now.)

This isn’t working.

We love each other but we’re not in love.

This past week a relationship lifecycle.

"Hmmm…maybe" is how you feel about this relationship.

Thought we had a breakthrough on Monday, thought telling you what I did meant that we were solid again, tight, fresh and committed.

My expectations were sky high.

I want you to be enthusiastic about being with me.

I want you to want to do things with just me.

I’m going to be OK.