No one knows this but I’m a hopeless romantic on most days.
Chasing after men that don’t need me, only want me. What an unfruitful play.
No one cares but I get attached too easily. Being apart brings this sensation
That burns up my insides and heart. From afar it must look distasteful.
No one bats an eye but my demons are stepping on my heels each evening –
I have to face them, yet I also have to do so much overdue healing.
No one hears this but I cry to myself when I lock the doors in my cheap apartment.
You must think I’m really lucky. The truth is – for my sadness I’ve just built
Another compartment. What an assortment.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 