July 13, 2009
By Anonymous

A garden of order
Row by row
Health and beauty cultivated
Where civilization grows

I took a turn
I don’t remember when
The place in my memory is distant
An illusion that is too far to reach as I grasp for something on which I can depend

I do not want transient happiness
People who love me when it is simple
But when I need them, don’t care
This existence has its moments, but the whiplash is too painful to bear

I am worse because of you
Worse because I blame you
Slipping more by the day
As I reach for your absent hand

Grasping for a platform
On which to rest
I do not want perfection
Only equilibrium and the person who will love me best.

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