I can change these poems
These heart words
To private
Like they never existed
And I do.
I can’t erase these thoughts
That keep me awake
The what-ifs
The who’s nexts
The questions:
Who are you really?
Why do I make it so easy?
Why do I fall so far and hard and fast?
If I’m not worth the time
You aren’t either.
And that’s all I ever ask for
Time.
by Julie Blue 