I Think I’m in a Pickle
written by: That’sJustThePoetInMe
I think I’m in a pickle
Not the salty brine kind that is satisfying on a hot summer day
But the confused feelings of a summer fling that lingers on your lips
Only but
It’s not a fling or love on a warm summer breeze
It’s hurt and longing, a sad hand left cold with no touch
I love you and miss you, I want you and need you, I crave what I remember once was
And even though you’re “here”
I’m still terribly alone
Deep in my thoughts with tears stinging my cheeks….salty as the sea
Fuck
I think I’m in a pickle
Writing down my thoughts in moments of pain is therapeutic. I'll be forty this year and have lived the lives of many. My beloved grandmother was a beautiful writer and I'm just trying to follow in her footsteps as she was an inspiration (writing wise) and a bad ass woman who never let life keep her down.
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