Drip is a sound, but to me its the light under my bed at night

Its not the same as yesterday, a choice made today is a choice learned from here on as life. I want to sometimes play the victim, say to my adversarys that it is not my fault. No longer will I spew my rhetoric of injustice to get my way. Time to stand up, its not fair either way.


I took her hand one night, and she cried.
The next night we danced and for once I wiped her tear.
The next night she left me...
Its been lonely and I have learned to love myself.
Now I am here without her and my life will never be the same.
I owe to her what nobody could have done for me.
I learned that I love my self more then I loved her.