Not another love story

You can’t undo the pain from misadventures, you can’t unfeel what has been felt. But, you can suture the wounds of a bleeding heart — one new adventure at a time.

You kissed me, and all I remember is you tasted like misadventure. Still, like a fool in love — I leaned in and kissed you back like you were the antidote to misery.

Every breath pulled me closer to you, leaving the hurt further and further behind.

You tattooed my skin with butterflies that still flutter — and bee’s that still sting.

In my head, you are always the villain of the piece and I am the SuperShero. The Earth shook night after night as you used your power to wage war trying to destroy my peace, and I lay with me caught up in a twist — wondering what was the matter with me. I could not make you love me. Your kiss was never the antidote, it was my kryptonite.

Sometimes, I wonder how the story goes in your head.

Undoing you is not the new adventure I’m creating, I am becoming the calm after the storm — one breath at a time.

Another breath, is another chance.

Here’s to my next first kiss, last dance, misadventure and every poetic line.

If needs be, I can save myself next time.

Every breath pulls me closer back to me, leaving the hurt further and further behind.