Tell me again how much you love me.
Tell me from within your fog
of Xanax and from behind
your half-closed eyes.
Tell me again how much I mean to you.
Tell me from your tainted
perspective and from behind
your shield of denial.
Tell me again how much you’re sorry.
Tell me from inside those
prison walls how, this time,
you’ll be different
and how someday soon
we’ll both finally
be free.

April is National Poetry Month so I’ve pledged to write 30 poems this month. Theoretically, that’s one per day but as long as I finish the month with thirty, I’ll consider that a win. Read more about National Poetry Month at the WordPress Blog.