Next summer

The water pools under her dirty feet Dark and clay-like they sink further into the murky deep “Stick to me like glue , “she thinks There’s always next summer to get you clean The water swirls in her dirty sink I’ve been washing these hands for years it seems The cracks are trials of yet another week But there’s always next summer to get you clean The water ebbs at her bended knees I’ve been waiting on them for decades in silent plea So stiff and weary from years of no belief There’s always next summer to get you clean … Continue reading Next summer


You hate to be kind I’m sorry but not sorry I didn’t cry I’m hurt feelings and your feelings hurt It’s ok but it’s been too much work A la Carte Broken heart why sup On sorrow and she disappointed her wits with the end Auvoir has come again Huge sigh …of sweet goodbyes Continue reading Done

Black Water

I would say I hate you but I hate me more I drained the bath water then dove headfirst into remiss or a longing that’s called a nightmare , the abyss I siphoned the filth out of my weeping lungs and choked on my bitter tongue With that violent chasm I sputtered half dead and drowned the last little bit of sad the proverbial baby and all jazz out with the dirty wash I thought you ‘d go but then I heard you snoring  or wheezing or maybe reeling as I rolled over and smothered that thought of missing your lips … Continue reading Black Water

Just Leave

It hit me like a brick mess it ran red like that just too quick when you called me out for catching the feels you said You hated it for me made yourself leave but I told you didn’t I What it was about to be can I still be Still be kinda sorry That it got weird the instant you stayed and I kind of liked it I mean I liked you Before … when you’d leave Continue reading Just Leave