Age Lines
Could it be
That all the blame is all me
Could someone see
Between these age lines
That I leave
Like a trail
To something purer
Than myself, than me
Could it be
That I’m too smart for my own good
Could it be
That I should
Have left words unspoken
Left before the broken
You were a temporary fix… ture
on nights where the watered flowed
and trust was not an option
you made me grow
into this
a woman of “what ifs”
But could it be
That all the blame is all me
Could someone see
Between these age lines
That I leave