When people say “this”
and then “that” they go do
how do we know if they
really mean “I love you?”
Will one morn the words become
“I didn’t really mean that either?”
and wobble you to the core
do you stay for more “word skiver?”
Do you run for the hills
or stay for more?
Do you chance taking a chance on
making your own heart more sore?
Unwelcome jolts or unkind events
people no longer who you would often defend
do you start again, how do you mend the rents?
or do you sit contemplating on the fence?
If word is so easily broken
it could happen to me too
nothing is certain, everything can upend
in just a second or two.
One foot ahead of the other I go
trying to find balance in undeserved change
walking ’til I find my peaceful heart again
Now that my love has been rearranged.
(C) Janni Styles