Bittter

I didn’t write a novel, build a house or buy a car. 

I didn’t sell my soul to see the ocean or kiss a stranger behind a bar. 

I left my check book on the counter in some broken little town. 

Fumbling with shivered fingers, finding. 

Finding what I am now. 

If I’m being honest I haven’t brushed my hair in 3 days,

and I guess I never really waited for your appraise. 

Make me a broken doll with golden lace, leather sandals and a dirty face. 

My heart won’t sing some pretty song,

It leak my secrets, bleeds my blood;

But the chorus just sings wrong.  

Kiss me on the lips, whisky with a promise. 

The kind kept, the kind that won’t haunt us. 

Please. 

Please find me. 

Find me somewhere with my hands in my pockets and my eyelids bare, soon now. 

Tell me about how we once were something before you tore us down. 

Burnt fingers, new skin. 

Old lies, another sin. 

Forbidden colors, broken home. 

Sudden romance, 

Thru the phone. 

Cut me off. 

I beg you so. 

Take me home, 

Oh please just go. 

I said goodbye, 

Not quite right. 

You whispered quiet, goodnight. 

Let me go, 

Wouldn’t kill you. 

Guess it hurt, 

Wish it chilled you.  

Cut me off,

At the neck.

Told me you had nothing left. 

Hurt me now,

I want out.

Kiss goodbye. 

Who are you now?

XoXo Gussie

A-Z

I had a pen and paper ready to tell you a story. But I think it‘s better left for later not so easily explained with a letter. A-Z will probably fail me. So on second thought I’ll ramble shortly about how easy one year leaves. 

The sunrises are prettiest up here in the winter time when the frost blows the sun’s first breathe back on her. My shoulders wear freckles now like a story Montana left on my skin and I’m sure there’ll be more. It was just February and now it’s December and I’ve left so many pieces drifting in between. I bet I never could tell you what all I’d like to though. Like how May was sweet relief to get outside and breathe then June kept me running till July knocked me off my feet. August pushed me and made me do things I didn’t think I could with my fingers in grey mane. October whispered goodbye like summer time gone, fast and cold. November was new memories and another saga from someone I used to know. December was a brand new cowboy and hello to a whole new life. 

I’ll see you after the ball drops and we have a fresh slate. You’ll find me likely with music too loud and tasteless words slipping from the smile on my lips.

 Love you

XoXo Gussie