Just snapped this photo of what's beside me as I type!! :-)
Heartache Ain’t A Thing I’d Recommend
My favorite comedian once stated
that when a girl gets her heart broken
she automatically slips into an
“eat cookies and cry period.”
Well, I take a slightly different route,
with a drink whiskey and write period.
My favorite songwriter once said
to never trust anyone
who hasn’t been broken by life,
who hasn’t been kicked while they’re down,
because they can’t imagine how it feels.
If I had only listened to him,
I wouldn’t be so broken, again.
I wanted to sit outside,
in the rain, and write.
I wanted to watch raindrops
blur the blue lines of my notebook
and the black ink of my pen strokes together.
I wanted my notebook to look
how I feel: washed-up, used,
left out for the elements.
Instead I’m huddled
on a whicker couch in a screened in porch.
With only yoga pants, a worn-out hoodie, and a Superman blanket
to shield me from the 39 degree winds.
I shiver as I write,
pull my blanket tighter around me,
move around in my seat
on my unending quest to get comfortable .
This’ll do, I think
before I run inside to refill my glass.