Sunday, January 2, 2011

The Ruin-er, Written, 1/2/2011

The Ruin-er


Pick me up
and prop me to one side,
anything to ease
all of your troubled minds.
Predictable yet irreplaceable
I don't understand such attraction,
not to me.

You've met a million of me,
a few times each passing day
so please do not flatter me,
by speaking of me this way.
You have loved, and loss
and will lose at least once more,
and there is always someone
to pick you up,
off that rock bottom floor.
Just please,
don't count on me.

I cannot walk on water,
spit shooting stars,
or expel every apprehension,
sure of course I will do my best
to ease any and all tension
to finally put you to rest,
however a cure-all does not confide
in me...
just as so many before you
have come to see.

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