The dance is worn & exhausted, it is done.  Leaving ugly emotions and unnecessary energy spent, the paper poet has gone out with a BANG!

I'm trying to turn my anger 

into reflection,

For every pull you need to remind yourself of a push.  

For quite sometime I knew, (Leanne), poet and I were driving back from Stanley Park and I took a picture of myself sitting in the backseat.  I felt horrible and was in tears.  

Everyone thinks it's a great pic, 

no one knows what was spiraling through the mind.  

Even I don't remember, but I know the poet had caused the pain.  

That was the summer of 2011.

He will be on his best behavior

for his new dance partner... 

after all he has been able to do it for a whole week now!  

Catty?  Moi?  It is my inherent right as a woman!  

Give us stronger emotions, live with the consequences.

What a joke, this time period of life.

Loved ones would say there seems to be a flair for the dramatic. 

I say I've just been finding myself.