Rose Colored Glasses

A blanket of fresh snow

squeaking beneath my feet

crisp air

frost on the trees

a chilling beauty

as I walk along.

Memories

hard

fast

attack

left 

right 

from the heart.

I cannot stop them.

I do not want to stop them.

Even as tears sidle

freezing on rosy cheeks

I glut myself

upon these remembrances.

Summer sun

fast cars

time of my life.

I fell in love

(still so much in love)

opened my heart

my soul

my secret self

giving you everything

while you…..

took 

and took….

and took some more…..

bleeding me dry

of emotion

faith 

trust in me.

Rose colored glasses

perched on my nose

unable to see

regardless 

that all others could

how toxic

you and me were.

 

 

Feb. 6/19

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