You are someone blue, borrowed, and
broken.
I must bite my tongue when you reject
my loan advances
for it is not I who lost out
for I gave it my best shot.
When I go Green, you will be green with envy.
When I get my revenge, it will be because I got my $uccess.
When I win at the weath
lottery,
I may decide to donate
to your fund,
and I may not.

I am a planner
who takes calculated risks;
you live spontaneously
only to find that it doesn't make as much ¢ents.
When you are focused on wanting security,
much like a stay-at-home wife who looks for security from her groom,
I will have my reward for my calculated risk.
We will both reap our karma and our consequences.

When someone else borrows you,
you will be Time-worn,
and I will be aging backwards,
like an anti-buttoned-up Benjamin.

When your mirror breaks
in your broken-down, buttoned-up shack,
you will worry about the next seven years,
whereas I,
I,
will dust your brokenness into the trash
and will be thankful for the empty space left
where I can put something a-new, something a-woke.

After I have eclipsed your radiant moon emotions
out of the picture,
the luminescent red and passionate sun
will take your place,
and only then will you realize what you
missed out on
when you had the power to choose wisely,
and you chose securely.

09/05/2017

Posted on 09/05/2017
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