Does it really matter Whose fault it was What’s been done Can’t be undone Anyways
I don’t know if you read these things But if you do I’ll take your silence as a
Driven too long with out coolant With out lubricant, my wife Blew the head gasket on the old Buick century. Now lifeless on the flatbed. Wait…
I have done you Oh, so wrong. I have never given you What you need Forgive my failure
Today is the last day I am going to do this to myself The last day I will hold on to any hope Today is the last day
To have kept you Would have cost me Nothing To have lost you
Can you Unravel the lies You tell yourself To make it through Your uneasy
Never again Will I be the means Used to deal my love an injury Never again
What are you selling Everybody is That thing that you have That’s icing and fizz Every encounter
Nothing to see in your Reflection The only life you possess Is what you Devour
2015-01-21-21-07-36_poetryx Wondering Wandering Quagmire My own creation
This is where I am Though I fail to treasure it I am still right here
If anyone but you Had told me not to talk to you They would never have succeeded I let you go Because you asked me to.
There’s a hollow place Where your heart belongs Its vacuous emptiness Drains all compassion Consumes without satiation
I thought I was the adult I had the years that is without question But experience and wisdom Those were yours