Handle with care,

the older I get,

the emptier

my southern

comfort whiskey

glass appears..


falling from

your bright

baby blue eyes

can always be

hazardous

to my health.


begging for

your love

I have

lived too

long in

the humiliation,


so much so

that now

it almost

feels like

home.


another

black stone beach

summer gone,

ran away

like a old

dog that

has been kicked

one too

many times.

what becomes

of these illusions


just wasted

on your kisses.


love.a

scab that

I peel off

from my

tender flesh

heart now

and then.

here one

moment gone

the next.


took a detour

in reality,

I found you,


and then just

fell out

of sight for

a couple

of years.


with smoke nylon

leggings

hung around

my neck.


and a note

that you

left ...


that read

return to

sender.


like anyone in

hell knows

where or who

that is

anymore.