cutting Ties

Between the words you say

And the things you do

The way things were

And how they are right now

I could never accept

I will never let go

Not the memories

Or the possibility of you

Under deafening silence

That drove a canyon between you and I

Sometimes it’s easier just to bow out all at once

Then to keep things the way they were

Grinding your teeth and pretending while praying

For this what ever it is or was, to die

I’m supposed to wish you well

Because that’s what grown folk do

Yeah I’m happier than hell because

Somebody that isn’t me is spending time with you

I’m exhausted trying to understand

And color within the lines

You’re erratic

I’m problematic

But can we try one more time

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