Yesterday and today I have been embroiled in work-related drama. Projects, timelines, ownership, requirements, recommendations, scope, strategy, status, blah, blah, blah. Can I just tell you, that stuff is exhausting! Mary J. was right. Drama is highly overrated. Thank goodness that I’ve grown much more able to successfully navigate these situations, and I am out of it all and smelling like a rose.
Speaking of drama, this next poem was written after a bad breakup, as you will probably be able to tell. 
After a while of struggling on in a relationship, you have to just recognize your mistakes, give thanks for the lessons, and move the heck on.
This is an abridged version (the original is way too long to really work on a blog), but you’ll get the idea.
Enjoy.
Lisa
Number 13 Love
One day,
Eventually,
I’m gonna give it up
That number 13 love
(Why did you hurt me love?)
It hurted
But still I blurted
“I love you desperately,
Love”
One day,
Eventually,
I’m gonna give it up
That number 13 love
(Why did you hurt me love?)
Why did you slam me love,
With your gritty, gangrene love?
That self-esteem-rotting
Self-defense-clotting
He loves me! No,
He loves me not
Love
One day,
Eventually,
I’m gonna give it up
That number 13 love
(Why did you hurt me love?)
It hurts, it
Ain’t worth it
But still I flirt with it
Love
One day,
Eventually,
I’m gonna give it up
That number 13 love
That’s too much hurt for me, love
The power struggle
Crossing-double
Too much trouble
Bursting bubble
of
Love
I’m not a victim
I’m the one picked him
So I’ve made a decision.
Now I’m the one ditching
My
Love
© Lisa Hurley, 2007
