What doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger,
by Joanne Campbell
Well I might’ve been killed if it’d lasted any longer,
But as it stands, it’s just a hot fire and brine,
And plenty of do’s and do-not’s for next time,
So what’s a few tears a few years down the line?
Sometimes I feel like a bull seeing red,
But I know there are things better left unsaid,
After all, you weren’t the only one who felt the strain,
I thought of ending it time and time again,
The difference is, I thought the love was worth the pain.
Sometimes I feel like I’m back at square one,
But that’s stupid really; that part of my innocence is long gone,
The point isn’t that I miss it, losing it did me no harm,
Wishing to be a child again is like trying to grow an extra arm,
Besides, a little extra wisdom helps to keep future waters calm.
I guess when all the grit has been swirled away,
The gold dust is what is there to stay,
I saw the mouth the moment we set off from the source,
I always knew you were a bit of a dark horse,
That’s what drew me to you in the first place, of course.
I think the top and bottom of the whole thing is,
You’re like a honeybee skipping along Ellen-Jo-Lis,
It doesn’t take a genius to see you’re a bit confused,
I don’t feel like you might think; angry or abused,
In fact you’re the one who just gets more and more bruised.
I’m a big girl, I know nothing in life is free,
We had a good time, there had to be a fee,
We were too happy for it to be without cost,
I’m not going to sit here and angst about the lines we crossed,
And there’s no hard feelings, no love lost.