Falling for the old finger-pointing plan,
Transforming the inner tranquility,
Assuming the dreaded stance:

Doe eyes caught in high beams
of banned-from-existence interstate.
Frozen

"The one who cares has no power,"
he said with a smirk over coffee,
hours after I devoted myself to caring.

And so, you think the roles have reversed,
but I will not become the green-eyed monster
for that is all you are, love.

It's my life, don't you forget
I am not one to succuumb to the brittle madness
though I'll sing of it tonight, in my momentary sadness.

But I have learned to let it be,
to let me be me
I really like me.

Though I shed a solitary tear
tomorrow the well will be dry
as I stand erect with my head held high
staring down the scorching sun
til new freckles form
and I giggle again.