you never let me finish my sentences
and as i think about it, i never really tried again
i just let go and let you
take over
but now i’m standing on His feet
and i’m not so sure you’re sober
whether i mean that literally or not doesn’t matter
you’ve forced my hand
and my images continue to shatter
you’re a black horse!
an unsteady couple
going steady
but not in titles
as the images did double
i wasn’t your princess
not your one and only
but i only want one
i just haven’t met him
have yet to feel him hold me
so don’t go rushing into it
you’re not alone
you’re only lonely
don’t go making assumptions
this isn’t about you
it’s just about me
and my temporary loss of words
you thought that would never happen
but i’m temporarily lying in the dirt
and i feel the clay and i imagine
but it only gives me sadness
no comfort found there tonight
no sudden realizations
no beautiful white light
just some bitter keyboard strokes
and lots of backspacing
some switching of tabs
some memory erasing
i’m not your Tangerine
and you can’t be my Sam
i’m just a Joon never seen
a girl without her man
in a tree
but it’s okay
i’m just me
so for today
i’ll be November
heading back to the start
i gave you many months
but He always kept my heart.
