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Apr 2017
I was really hoping
As if I
Could play hop scotch
Criss cross
With chalk
In matching bathingsuits
The summer sun kissing
Our young skin
Green suckers to **** thin
Everything so young
So fresh.

He said he's just sorry he ran out of patience
I knew the moment my flesh grazed your flesh
In a way that was
No longer filled with romance
That it was all over for me.

Drunkenness
Everybody battles their
Drunkenness
Time to jet set away
For a moment
We made plans to
We hoped to
We made plans to
We hoped to

None of it matters now.
I've cried into the arms
Of Chicago women
I didn't know we're so fully there
Until they just were
I've accepted I'm the one whose a mess
At this juncture in time.

Mostly relief
Relief to take my life back
Enjoy my own company
My own space
I don't need to
Seek and long for a love
I felt was never fully realized
And like you weren't truly building us
A life in the periphery of our present time
And I need that
I deserve to have that.

I imagine you now
Deep in the crevices of your couch
Your old dog sleeping quietly
Glad the blonde bird has at last
Claimed her own nest
Poor pup feared for us
And that always hurt my heart.

I imagine you must be lying there
Damp in your hoodie
Perhaps having glasses of red wine
Left over pizza
I wrapped and put away for you
Because it was the small
Little things that I did
The best things I could do
That you never really thanked me for
But it was all I had.

I know you must feel much pain
Regret
I'm not surprised, I warned you
Throughout the harsh marsh of the night
And still you carried on with your knife.

So goodbye sweet bear
Goodbye little baby boo
The baby talk was all mine from the start
And I don't feel as though
My carpet is gone
Or as if there has been an identity theft
But I'm glad to no longer worry
Wonder
If it was really just me you wanted
As I carved out a space
In your one person and pet home
And said, me
I want to belong here
You only opened your arms to me
And the life we could have built

Halfway.

And that's why I can no longer
And will no longer
Stay.
OnwardFlame
Written by
OnwardFlame  Los Angeles, CA
(Los Angeles, CA)   
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