Pink Lattes and A Slice of Poundcake

wounded my heart killing my spirit but I refuse to give up hunting me down strangling my soul because you can not handle my light doesn't seem fair not stopping fighting back with every keystroke you will repay

You, mysterious you, visit my writing and enter the space of my mind dwelling in my heart, peaking into my soul You read the words that tumble from my spirit hands on keys, pen on paper and you come back for more Some one time, some four hundred times you follow in the shadow, your identity secret come out, come out, come out you mysterious one Open wide the hidden spaces and lend me the moment, the pleasure of knowing you you know me, you read me Come and like the words I utter, follow me to the places I journey, speak to me speak back to me,. tell me your name

feeling a bit like totally unmoored as if punched in the gut unexpected unwelcomed unwanted news news can not use what news is that not again ENOUGH