Dizzied by a porch swing's varnish Chloroform,
I shared a silver hook with a knotted rope
snake for stability. Although my finger
constricted the viper against the cold metal,
it did not hiss or spit psychedelic venom.
I braced my bare foot against the truck's
wheel cover around a twisted corner
by an empty church, tolling
my heartbeat. Cardboard acted
as the bed liner, I played the liability
if the swing should slide past the flush tailgate
and take me along with it. If it did,
shifting gravel guitar solos and cherry pie blood
would swing my pain away.

you've lost interest.
that's okay,
I expected it anyway.
but what I can't understand is,
how can you lose interest in someone you claimed you loved?
was it true love?
or was it infatuation?
whatever it was, I fell for it.

maybe everything that happened in this relationship was a lie.
well I wouldn't know but I assume it was.
so why did you stay so long?
filled my head with lies, knowing you were going to leave me.

but everything happens for a reason, right?
maybe there is a reason we broke apart,
so we could find someone better.

so you've lost interest,
that's okay.
maybe it just wasn't meant to be.
so I guess this is a goodbye.

Goodbye love.