too much, as usual

nothin' to see here

my companion piece for this poem

Today, I'm peaceful about most of it; 
the books that sit untouched on the shelf,  
the words we still need to read (and write). 
The time I don't know how to save, 
all the money they are keeping from me, 

all the things I made (and lost).
The time, all that time,
the time spent thinking about that time
the way they treated my mother. 
The way he (still) will not leave me alone.

The way the 'he's' might never leave us alone.
(I can't kiss my lover. Still. 
Unless I want an audience
or a fight). Those times. All those times.
The times spent thinking about

those times. How my friend 
will never see her beauty
and what must have been taken from her 
to cause this. Today, I stay pretty peaceful
but it doesnt mean I accept this.