Made to feel like a child
At a cafe
On a Wednesday
Happy new year to me
Everything I’ve lost
Summed up in one dish
What’s left ,
put in a box
Reheat, repeat
I fantasize about driving off the road
in a graceful swoop
A ballerina crash
Can you curtsy with a concussion
An encore whore
With her tutu in flames
I only wanted to be happy
Instead I get a hundred fleeting moments
Straws and tar in a syringe
You laugh at my trembling lips asking
You lie like a dog
Eyes to the ground
And you call me pathetic
I hope you can live with yourself....he says
That was always the plan.
You were simply a detour
A fork in the road
A roadside toilet
A dash in and dart out
You were never it for me.
Written January 13th 2019
No comments:
Post a Comment