If you expect nothing from somebody you are never disappointed.
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
Don’t make me, I don’t want to
I’ve cried all my tears already
The chaos that change brings rocks me steady
Wish it wasn’t so, but here we go again —
The Let Down Reckoning
***
Big dreams, big heart
Surrounded by small minds
Foolish varieties of all kinds
Ignorance a home finds
***
It doesn’t make sense
It doesn’t feel real
The way a heart breaks
Painful and cold.
High stakes.
I’m glad I didn’t get my hopes up
Or fall in love with the idea of it
Should have anticipated another split
Deep down, I knew from the start
Feel that? That’s everything being torn apart.
***
Pink haze leaves me in a daze
My heart is always welcome to a cage
My mind always welcome to chains
As circumstances rip out each page
***
Consequences dominate my nights
Coincidence steals my days
Looking for logic, trapped by my crazy ways
Riding the Let Down Reckoning’s rough waves
You Lil Dickens 
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