Have you ever seen  a carcass
Torn apart by a predator
Pieces strewn about.

Hearing the words
I don't want to be with you
Does the same thing
To one's heart.

It's supposed to be poetic
And heart break is beautiful
You grow from it.

All I can tell you
Is that when the person
Who promised to love you
Forever
Says
I don't want to anymore
It just ******* hurts


It hurts to wake up
It hurts to breathe
It hurts to function
It just ******* hurts.

It's painful and it's not pretty.
It leaves your future bare
And uncertain
Your home empty
You bed a punishment and solice

I have lived bad times
But none worse
Than that of a lover I've loved
Leave

I think I'm done with this

I burn bridges
I watch in the rear view mirror
embers and the remnants fade away
I like closure and closed chapters

I wanted to destroy ours
So completely
That there never was a bridge
Pointless waste
you always still
Seem to find your way
back
To me

Even now I can feel you drifting

I overgrow pathways with thorns
hide the signs
switch off the lights
leave the post on the porch
let the dust settle

Still you end up at my door
Baggage in hand
spark in your lazy eye
I never leave you in the cold
God's knows I want to

You follow me to the kitchen
Where I start on the new bomb
While you build the new bridge
I aim to blow

Our cycle is consistent
Your leaving is exhausting
My heart break is on rewind
There's comfort in repetition
But where is the love

You throw excuses around
Like confetti
Your angry words
Shred my tender heart
Your temper and your silence
Tears me apart
Through out your violent
Song and dance
All you could've said
Was you wanted out
And I would've understood
That you are just a boy
Who no longer wants
to be
With me

Sour Wine

I feel
Your fingers
In between
My ribs
Trying
To
Pull
Something out
I really
Don’t know
What,
I’m
Just trying
To put
All of
My olives
Back
In the jar
They
Have spilt
All over
The table-
The pasta
Has boiled
Over
Turned to
Mush
The wine
Sour
Left-over
From
Last night
Someone
Has ashed
In it
And you
You
Keep
Pushing
And poking
Twisting it
Like
A Thomas
Who
Does not
Doubt
I doubt
I wonder
Where
Is my
Next breath
Coming from
Will
I ever
Fit into
My pants
Be able
To walk
Without
A cane
In my mind
I’m trying to figure out
Where
To go
What to do
With
Pasta mush
And a
Bottle of
Sour wine

I look for you in places
You are not
In my heart
On my phone
In my bed
In the line when God gave
Strength and courage to man

I find you in unnecessary places
On permanent ink on my wrist
In the permanent scars of what is left
Of my heart.
All the places I can't hide from
There you are and all it does
Is make me want to look
For you less