“Ok.”

Something heard to often

Something that’s beginning to sound cold

Something used as an escape —a way to avoid telling the truths in your soul

As children we respond this way when reprimanded by the old

An automated response for when assignment due dates are told

A way to appease ultimatums given while on life’s road

Sometimes I want more

I don’t want it to be “okay”

I want you to tell

To plead

To tell me you’re scared and you “just don’t know”

Love is crazy and we always want it to be “okay”

Or do we, last night I would rather you spat in my face

Because “okay” just felt short… and left me feeling cold

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