Until Push Comes to Shove

She warned of a lover’s fate;
But I ascribed it to hate;
So, I neglected her view;
And fought her with words, too.

I am a fool in love,
Until push comes to shove;
So, when death came calling,
My heart was done stalling.

As promises lay broken,
While I pulled down each token,
Her words hung in the air,
“Most are not fools. Beware.”

I Have Heard

I have heard of lovers becoming strangers…
And that losing your heart begets these dangers.

I’ve heard that the person who promises you life –
Can expose your veins and hand you a knife…

Maybe a time of love is truth, all too true,
Maybe it fosters lies – being no longer new.

I have heard of such things…
I have heard lovers betray;
I have heard of the reasons why most love fails to stay…

You can delete the chats and burn every letter;
You can cut up each photo to make life better;

But,

If you have loved –
And I have heard it’s true –
One love can never end, though another starts anew…

And though it must be done –
Giving up and letting go –
I’ve heard It’s never easy –
But this you already know.

Yet this must be done, for I’ve heard this is how you grow.

Cost

Like most in my family,
I have lived, I have lost;
I have done my duty;
I have paid its cost.

I have caught butterflies
And let them go;
I can kill demons
And none would know.

I have survived pain;
Seen the sun rise;
Felt love blossom;
Held it, as it dies.

Decades have passed,
So have most in my family;
I have lived and lost;
I continue my life
And forgiven its cost.