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poetry

Done


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
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Lifestyle

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 that 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 and crushed that last regress

hard pressed though

to shed a tear this time

the wound it’s just too old

with now stone cold fingertips,

I  brushed  you off

then finally ,you go

Auvoir, kiss, kiss and

Away…then

You’re gone