Old Patterns

The harder things get for me, the more I tend to write about them.

Trying to reason with her demons,

Tears slipping down her wet cheeks,

Greeting her trembling chin, hello,

Disappointment taking residence in her heart,

 

Old patterns slipping back into their lives,

Something she knew would always be,

Slapping her cold in the face,

A cold blanket wrapping around her shoulders,

 

Looking for attention in other places,

Aware of the slippery slope she falls,

Needing to find a real answer to problems, 

She thought she could forever outrun,

 

Tears flying down to her broken heart,

Squeezing all hope from a shattered heart,

Trying to reason with her protruding demons,

Hate building for the power that you have,

 

Actions taken without thinking about her,

Leaving her with broken promises,

Covering her fear with a shaky grin,

Fear wrapping around her cold shoulders tight,

 

Disappointment taking residence in her heart,

Old patterns slipping back into their lives,

Sitting on that back shelf waiting for the light,

Waiting for the love to one day come her way.