I used to be a perfectionist till I lost my mind I used to be an idealist till reality punched me in the face I used to believe in love till it ran out I used to trust till betrayal bit me on the bum I used to believe in God till He too abandoned me
Now I adrift among debris of past uncertain present believe trust no one plans foolish optimism misguided
Yet never felt so free zero expectations zilch disappointment che sera sera let it be laissez faire if love should find me I would invite it in no big deal
Teacher by day poet/writer by night. Words have been my first love and will be my last. As a child I locked myself into the toilet devouring books which transported me to distant lands.
Poetry shared penned from 2009-2010 in a titanic struggle to stay sane at Heartbreak Hotel. Please check it out on email@example.com.
Any comments or feedback welcome. Why not share your story with me, because we all have one, don't we?