Anita

I always enjoy reading your thoughts on my poetry/ramblings. Alas, a new development on this saga has occurred;

Just when I was ready
To free myself
Forgive myself
Forgive you
Bury the hatchet
Bury you in ancient history
By some freak accident
You phone out of the blue
Life has a nasty habit
Of sending me more ghosts from the past
When I am about to walk away
I hope
I worry
That all the other ugliness
That all the other nightmares
Don’t come true
But I take this
As a sign from the universe
We have unfinished business
And I have a bone to pick with you

You’re stubborn
You’re a fool
You don’t know how to take a hint
You’re a glutton for punishment
Just like me
It’s time you were told
You caught me off guard
But I refuse to let you win.

Been avoiding you like the plague
But I’m not running away
Let’s just skip the formalities
The backhanded insults
And cut to the chase
We have a score to settle.
You best make one last stop
At the last chance saloon
We can have a stand off
In the street
You can bring your cronies
But I will bring
An army of me.

Lay it all out
Give me all you’ve got
Do your worst
Because I’ve been hit before
Because I’ve heard it all before
When are you going
To get it in your head
I do not want you anymore
I do not need you anymore
You cannot hurt me anymore
And when are you going
To get it in your head
That I never forget?