LAURA KARNIVA

I mean well,

Always.

False compliments,

A slip of the tongue.

Avoidance, pester,

Your very own dancing jester.

 

I mean well,

Sometimes.

I know it'll hurt you,

But still I tell no lies.

Minutes become years,

Let's separate our ears,

From our never-seeing eyes.

 

I mean well,

But not today,

Not now.

It's my fantasy, deepest darkest,

I mean pain at your expense.

I’m sorry, in my defence.

It feels good for me.

 

I meant well,

Until I realised,

That the white splash,

Moving across my window,

Was not an angel but a feather.

It fell into a puddle,

Amongst those of birds,

Undeserved, disturbed,

In mud and dirt.

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It meant well.