Some days I’m tattered and worn,

My patience proves to be thin,

Grabbed the rose again by its thorn,

Losses cut never quite feels  like a win, 

Other days I connect to the goddess,

Slide in like a boss to my power,

Like the universe, at my best when I’m oddest,

I serve up a little sweet with my sour, 

Its wise to leave yesterday in the past,

Yet in pain I get some sick satisfaction,

I may not be good but I’m made to last,

Tongue biting wit, curves made for action, 

Today may be tears, but he still makes me wet,

My smile will eventually rise with the sun,

There’s not a moment I’ll waste on regret, 

I’m too fucking courageous or stupid to run.