Let Down Reckoning

You Lil Dickens

If you expect nothing from somebody you are never disappointed.

Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

Don’t make me, I don’t want to

I’ve cried all my tears already

The chaos that change brings rocks me steady

Wish it wasn’t so, but here we go —

The Let Down Reckoning — again.


Big dreams, big heart

Surrounded by small minds

Foolish varieties of all kinds

Ignorance a home finds


It doesn’t make sense

It doesn’t feel real

The way a heart breaks

Painful and cold. High stakes.

Paintings by Sara Riches

I’m glad I didn’t get my hopes up

Or fall in love with the idea of it

Should have anticipated another split

Deep down, I knew from the start

Feel that? That’s everything being torn apart.


Pink haze leaves me in a daze

My heart is always welcome to a cage

My mind always welcome to chains

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