The rain rolls off roofs

I see your blur
down the hall
Words die
on my lips

last night
hangs upon
my body like a
mist of
stale sweat
and circumstance.

love was never
something to
navigate our
feelings,

emptiness was
just a need that
had to be filled.

and as you
wipe me
from between
your legs and
mouth...

I can feel
what little
love I had
left for you
in my heart

begin to
runaway like
a mongrel
dog crying..

to hell perhaps..

it seems like
a much
better place
than here.....