why is it that I am constantly

at the other end of leaving?

in the position that nobody wants to be in.

staying must be hard when

a knot of razors is asking you to stay

I don’t blame you, I only blame

the molasses ache in my gut.

i’m sorry i’m **** a ******* Debbie downer.

you made me this way with

your machine gun-clip mouth,

yes, sadness is unoriginal.

I can’t be the talking doll among your china.