The hardest parts just starting
In the shadow of your first attack
And its hard to hit rewind
Cut open my sternum and pull
I turn you out in kind
How I had to consume and destroy us
If you could want that too, then you'll be happy

Whiskey, Wine, ***, and Brandy
Misty minds succumb to fancies
Let’s decline and with a chance we
Risk the lives we know we can’t leave

Brevity of rot in wheeling
Memory and thought and feeling
Deviation from direction
Trajectory is shot and keeling

alleviation from all reflection
obfuscation of my projection
something leaks from my skull
flirtation with my own defection

thrumming bleats, a searching squall
for refunding or reaping or any recall
of memory or thought or feeling
Hunting weakly then withdrawal

Entropy is not appealing
Elegies a clot to dealing
Dedication to direction
Empathy without the healing

Tip
Of the tattle tellers tongue
Tenaciously Terse tales told
Tending to tea and tempting taboo

I'd ask you to stay, but you dont belong to me
that would be selfish

I suppose its true I also didn't belong to you
not until you left

Off on your journey, you're roaming free
from my side you vanished

All I can do, is bid you adieu
and live my life bereft