Not enough money for a coffee

[Losttwat]

I must confess
I was in unsafe hands…
My own.
To go back and do it the right way
Or not at all.
It’s a deep deep hole
Then on top.. the
… shame
The icing on the sh*t cake
I see everything
I only wanted one thing…
Him.
My mistake.
Now who will get her a latte
HOW CAN IT BE SO HARD TO GET SOME GENUINE unconditional love and a loan at the same time
Working together without castigation
In my imagination was a top fantasy,
It’s not the money
It’s the control…. Don’t you see?
Every last penny
Can thousands be recouped
What is money anyway
It’s a token
All this stress over a token lost
Then eternity to count the cost…. better spent is time with the right person… One not wrapped up in himself.

[Losttwat]

I cannot see, remember how to post a poem so I shall use the reply box.

It’s not about the money
It’s about forgetting
Imagining a different reality
one in which WE ALWAYS WIN
A contented, organised, secure life with the notion of being IN CONTROL

It’s not about the winning
It’s about the losing really
When we have nothing left our pockets match the emptiness in our hearts
Then we snap awake from the walking dream to find ourselves stranded yet back to square one
Square one is familiar territory
We know,, what to do here.
We breathe, we cry, we dream of doing better some day soon. Next time.
Over three years I’ve waited for him
As if gambling isn’t punishment enough
I have a plan. Plan B for the plan B
Working towards ascendance
If the people we loved truly listened there would be no corner for poetry
There would be very little misery
Hello victim mode, introducing moi
A paid up member of pity me anonymous
Readers you indulge me terribly and I thank you for it, truly x

[Dark Energy]

hi losttwat
nice words, keep it up.

“As if gambling isn’t punishment enough” life is hard enough with all its suffering and adding gambling to it makes it unbearable.. but we have to live it and keep fighting.

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