Am I going crazy?
Yesterday I lived with him.
Today I don’t.
Thought I’d be smart
And I’d stand firm on the rug.
So it couldn’t be pulled out from
under me…
Every Saturday night
it falls apart
And putting it back
is becoming less and less fun
It’s hard to play house
When you never stay
You should be throwing rocks
At my window
And not let our love decay.
I barely uttered
seven stupid words
In a sobbing panic attack.
And he runs
I went from the king
of grand gestures
To the numbest man on earth.
Something’s gotta give.
Written October 29th 2022
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