Heat up coffee, paint the blues
The most painful part of all
(I thought and wrote in my mind)
Is that you turned out to be
Everything you proclaimed with such veracity
You were not.

Lets put on a play
A little fable, if you will
I'll wear the mermaid tail and crown upon my head
We are the media.

I light my arms, my lips, my chest
Hustling and bustling
Moments of quick positivity
Warning myself from the solitary moments
Where I reside, where we once resided
Someone new lays next to you.

And me too.

But I don't need it,
I don't search or long for it
As you hide behind the branches of your denial
Loss
Big man on campus, such a big man on campus
But I was always more popular than all the boys combined.

Intricate, complex, deep conversations
Over lemon whiskey lime
I continue to reinvent and play
My fingers creating and spawning
I never dreamed, but really
Yes I did.

Saturday night.
Perhaps I'll meet someone cool, interesting
Full of might and armor
Switchblades and fever
Swamp queen Marilyn Monroe
I ghost and host
All around Chicagoland.

I could write and type
About you for 6 months
Eager for it to grow into less and less
I know it will.

This too, shall pass.

(For 6 months I need you to *******.)

I know, that must be
The most painful part of all
For little ole Peter Pan you.

But I've got a hook on my left hand
A scratch over my eye
Long tentacle tendrils
Swashbuckling boots
A smile that could ****
Eyes full of smite and venom
My ship and I set sail.