Some weeks breathing feels like hell in the making,
And you’re watching me fall again so there’s no faking it.
Three days ago, I carried your sentences like jewels,
But sometimes two days apart can fix a fool.
I look back and I wonder where I found the strength.
You know I don’t ever try to make amends.
Still, each time I crawled back to you in the dark,
Hoping you’d clap and cheer when I revived the spark.
You just sneered at me from your velvet tower
While I punched the cold walls in my boiling shower.
Maybe I’m just a jester, maybe this is a circus.
Maybe you’re right – my love can’t even scratch the surface.
Yet, you tend to forget that I don’t need you in my heaven.
If you want me to disintegrate, just count to seven.
Three days ago, I bent in your arms like a tool,
But sometimes two days apart can fix a fool.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 