Air Quotes

 Sometimes
People will blame you
For their own
Personal decisions...
It may sound crazy,
But it happens
(Because humans are crazy)...
They will break their own hearts
And blame you
For not 
Telepathically
Knowing their intentions...
I won't say
"Knowing their heart"
Since the heart
Is a simple pump
To move your blood,
And,
Well,
I'm not a cardiologist...
"Love" is often
Nothing more than
"Want"...
Toddlers get very upset
When they don't get
What they want...
They will self-righteously equate
"Want" with "deserve"...
As so called adults,
They will often
Morph this concept into
"Fate" or "destiny"...
"We were meant to be together..."
No,
No one was "meant"
To be with any particular "other"...
Some just happen to be with someone,
And they just happen to fit,
Or just happen to "make it work"...
And they'll get mad at you
If you don't play along
With their irrational fantasy...
They'll sometimes 
Hold onto that 
Anger and indignation
For decades,
Refusing to open up
To the very natural uncertainty
Of life...
Basically,
To use a cliché,
Shit happens,
All you can do
Is take the bullet
And hope it's a through and through...
Cauterize the wound,
If you can,
And keep moving...
Who knows what,
Lurking in the shadows,
Will catch the scent of your blood...
Luckily,
Emotions have no
Vital organs,
Even though emotions
Can effect the health
Of those 
Very real
Internal organs...
Not only can we heal ourselves,
But we can hurt ourselves
When we don't
Actively strive
For balance...
Equilibrium...
No outside influence
Can throw you off balance
Unless you let it...
Just as a "traditional" vampire
Can't step into your home
Unless it is invited...
Wear your garland of garlic,
And sip tea
As you stare out the door
Watching them starve
And wither...
Gather the inevitable pile of dust
Into a dustpan,
When the time comes,
And scatter it
In an abandoned church graveyard...
You don't even have to 
Believe in the superstitions,
The "rules,"
As long as they "believe"...
Fertilize the daisies, dandelions, and native grasses
With the ashes of your
Quiet triumph...
No need to blow the shofar 
To alert the world...
Just revel in your peace,
And go finish your tea
While lounging on your front porch
With a nice, scenic view
Of the many dolmens
Crying frozen tears
For the dead...