Everyone has knowledge to impart, but the only knowledge anyone truly listens to is their own. This creates a problem where people’s mouths work much better than their ears and everyone feels misunderstood.

In the garden my heart was a stone that you threw

to break a few windows, 

a few teeth too.

You still go each Sunday 

and sit in that pew.

Don’t know what you’re praying for, 

but it ain’t comin’ true.

I realized half-way through that I was, in fact, teaching myself how to not love at all.