Confusion

Shoulda, coulda, woulda,
Oh if only I had known,
How could this have happened,
Whose blame is this to own?
Awakened and yet dreaming,
Beside myself and frowning.
Who is this person crying?
Why is this person drowning?
This cannot be myself I see
Whose heart has just been broken,
This girl is just too strong to be
So vulnerable and open.
This poor sad thing needs fixing,
But who to hire for the task?
She cannot do it on her own,
It is just too much to ask.
Because once her heart was lightened
For a moment by another,
She chose to let the light in
Had a lover, father, brother.
She let him in to stay awhile,
Let him bask in her attention,
Showered him with all that he
Could wish of her affection.
But eventually he had had enough,
There one day and gone the next.
She was left with the harsh reality
That she did not write the text.
Shoulda, coulda, woulda,
Runs the story of her days,
Too scared to let love in again
Wont get caught up in the chase.
Instead she writes a poem or two
That really make her cringe,
Rhyming like a teenager
And living with the twinge
That life is passing by her
While she wallows in depression,
Thriving on the ache of it
Her own weak, sad confession.
Shoulda, coulda, woulda,
That’s just how the story goes,
I am so tired of the rhyming
That I will this to a close.

skittles_lm 2-25-07