i told myself i’d never love anyone who didn’t like joni mitchell
—-you didn’t like joni mitchell,
& you left me to wail,
wounded me knowing the blow was fatal—-
you didn’t like joni mitchell

JUST BEFORE OUR LOVE GOT LOST…

i survived
my therapist told me nothing was being threatened
or harmed
i just hurt
i stitched the fatal wound

YOU SAID, I AM AS CONSTANT AS A NORTHERN STAR

i can see what you mean about love being trite:
it’s a stupid word to describe how i feel
when you know me
when i’ve never felt safer & it’s all right
when you finally sing “a case of you,” looking right at me