Generalizing

arguing about politics
blaming guns, blaming you
drying conversations with past
cleaning up the future
young ones going green
gloating the status quo
aged cackling drinking martinis
complaining about their lives

all men are dickheads.

Ours

We spent
so much time
chasing
the blinding lights

trying to live those
shiny dreams

trying to understand
and find love

through the shadows exposed
on the streets

through the strangers dancing
to our beats

in between
unknown bed sheets

that we let each other
slip through the
only moment
that was truly ours

somewhere in between
running from the past
and hoping
for a future together
in a way
that is

Ours.

It’s not easy

“I’m broken.”
She said.
“I’m hurt. Afraid.”

He looked into her eyes,
those beautiful eyes
that made the stars jealous
of the way they
shone

and said

“I’ve never met
a strong person
with an easy past.”