Posted in Confessions of a Disturbing Kind, Jaded Musings, Poetry




I didn’t use you

You didn’t use me.

I used myself

and you let me.


I threw myself

down your rabbit hole.

And you, white rabbit,

led me even deeper.


The promise of

sated curiosity

always, just around

the next corner.


Now the strange creatures

surround me.

I must drink every potion

and wake up home.


Thanks for nothing.



Good intentions don't always come out right. Life gets in the way of the best laid plans and emotions are always fickle, yet powerful enough to change everything... Enjoy.

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