How could such a small,
inconsequential powder
generate such a gravitational pull.
Strong enough to rip me from
my seat, to my feet, to the kitchen sink
then right down the drain.


Take a a step back,
let myself think, I just have to shake
my head side to side or utter
"No"
But somehow that is oh so
so
so
so
so

                          hard.

So come sit with me here,
Where the heavens meet the shore
And let the waters lick your feet.

And we'll sit and we'll talk,
You'll ask me again how I've been.
I just keep repeating "I'm Okay" - "I'll be fine."
And I just can't believe
That you believe me.
I must be a better liar than I thought.

I can still smell his scent on your words.
The lingering ache
Of all the lies that you were suckered by.
So here's to you and your bright baby blues.
They shine just like the stars tonight.
Just like the stars.

I'm so tired of talking in riddles,
Dropping hints and trying to be tactful.
So let me lay it out straight.
He was never good enough for you.
Never.