for Emily Ramirez
I live like one mistake won’t last forever.
I give my heart and then resent the taker.
I sail like there’s no anchor I can’t sever.
When forms ask my profession, I write “faker.”
I chase the ones who do not know I love them.
I run from every willing heart I see.
My curve balls are so wild, no one can glove them.
My secret’s smaller than my mystery.
The only game I play is solitaire,
The only peace I find is when I lose.
It’s not that I’m so calm—I just don’t care—
And only panic when I have to choose—
And never fail, in all my fro- and to-ing,
To find the straightest road to my undoing.
Copyright 2016 Matthew J Wells