By Myself

We actually do need to forgive ourselves sometimes...even if it's for the wrong reasons. You spell out quite the enigma here, alone, dead from the neck up and the crown down. Love is really a blight to logic...yeah call me a cynic and you'd be right. Love is a serious responsibility not all touchy, feely, shagging and flowers and romance oh no!...and when it goes pear-shaped from heart-shaped? You write-right a poem such as this and wait for the slow salve of self-forgiveness.

~Flash~