Don’t Know How.

Who gets on the couch and has it out?
I’m there by default.
I’m talking to me.
No excuses, this is get real quick.
So look what you did, gave it all.
What did it get you?
Bingo!
Take your time with why,
Because it makes or breaks everybody.
Every gift of love you discovered
You dished out to the eager hands.
It was automatic.
Never noticed nothing coming back.
You would have been building a shrine.
She was collecting clutter,
And I bet she didn’t even dust.
You’ve consoled so many others
Who do the same thing.
Read it again…
It’s love thy neighbor as thyself-
Not instead of yourself.
Oops.
So now you don’t know how.
You throw yourself away,
Pour out that full heart,
And people suck it all in
Only to turn around and puke like they’re bulimic.
It’s time to bring it all to a screeching halt-
Not just for some of them…
All of them.
With no more one way signs
And alternate side of the street parking
Love is going to be a grand
Collision with all the beauty
You have held inside for so long.
Everyone gets what they deserve when you let it happen.
You don’t know how, but now you know how not.
Learning will be sweet my friend.

John H. Bidwell