One Time

You seemed so nice

You said you liked me

Then I saw you making out with some other guy at the bar

My bar

Where I was working that night

Busy, not paying attention to you

And I laughed, inside, but only just a little bit

Comfortable in my discomfort

I knew then what I always knew

That no one is innocent

That I am neither judge nor jury

Nor a silent monk contemplating the ways and woes of existence

I feel, breathe, share and devour love with passion

Offer it freely with no expectation of returns

And sometimes that’s exactly what I get

But I’m still burning