I’m sick today, so I’m late and the poem isn’t great. But it does rhyme.

See you tomorrow, hopefully with something better!

The Lovers
By Michelle Garren-Flye

Maybe I’m finally growing up,
looking at love the way I do.
Knowing it’s weakness to seek
such a thing (I always knew).

Love can be brittle and hard
or it can overflow your cup
with a sweetness that’s sure
and true in the build up.

Is it possible, you’ll plead,
though your heart is scarred,
Can I have it again, this love?
Is it really in my cards?

But love is risk I’d rather not take 
it’s not really something I need
and I can easily avoid its reach.
Keep it out of my life’s creed.