My Frain Bried The Other Day - A Poem
Anyone stuck on Lover's Lane (no matter where it is in YOUR heart!) is sure to have "bried their frains" as well!
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Are you usually the dumper or the dumped?
Have you ever...
Have you ever been dumped? Sometimes we find ourselves in that spot where we are single yet again. Sometimes it's our decision, and sometimes it isn't. How do you handle it?
I've found that whenever I stop talking to someone--romantic interest or not--I need to regroup! It usually means losing myself in a day of popcorn and movies. If I try to do anything, it all comes out wrong! For example, saying something like, "My frain bried" instead of "my brain fried." I did this the other day, right after realizing a good friend of mine was moving even farther away. And so I wrote a poem. Enjoy!
My Frain Bried...
My frain bried the other day,
but whether you wither
is no job of mine.
Though I care,
when I hold you, I
want it to count.
I've half a mind to
give you away,
but my other half's
a lost mind and
wants you to stay.
Don't mind me lurking
in the parking lot.
I've only just found
my wandering feet
and I've yearned
to park them somewhere.
With a smile on
my cupid's bow
and a blue print forming
between synapses
of you,
I hesitate.
When you quit me, please be nice.
I've no walls up against your ice;
No doors or gates to lock you out;
you tore them down with your wicked mouth.
And when the time comes near,
forget the love you want.
I'll knock next door,
but not on yours,
and you'll settle for less,
then resent your mess
as I divorce the cares away.
© 2013 Jennifer Kessner