Reading Between the Lines

I have such a hard time
reading between the lines.
I do my best to say what I mean
and do what I say.
I need others to do the same.
But needing anything from anyone
is a clear path to disappointment.
I don't know how to be in relationship
when I can't trust.
And I want to trust.
You say one thing and do another.
I know you are not alone in this.
Broken promises are nothing new.
And now I wonder at your motive.
Jealosy? Envy? Sabotage?
Or just human frailty.

I Hate Your Depression

I hate your depression.

It took you away from me.

We are friends in name only.

You don't have time to see me.

Depression steals all of your time.

If you're not in bed,

you're trying to catch up on all the things

you let go of while you were in bed.

Or you're at the doctor

or pharmacist

or therapist.

Getting your meds adjusted

again and again.

Trying to find balance.

And when you can, you work.

Your depression makes room 

for some of your family and friends,

those in your inner circle.

But not me,

I'm in another circle.

I hate your depression.

I hate that it took you away from me.

I miss you

and wish you were still in my life.