monday night

I am alive
with feelings
dropping out
the bottom of my heart
and with passion
dripping out of my pores

fortuitous really
a charmed life
led with boot straps pulled up
and occasionally
pants around my ankles
I have loved and been loved
depending on what that means
Heartbroken...
thats with out a question
but always
with all of myself on the line
never content to be a shadow
but always afraid of the spot light

ever single memory
is
a different girl
on
a different bench
and me
im always the same
a rock
an island
the peninsula
lounging lazily in the sea
afraid to be a part of the mainland
but more afraid to be alone