Some days I want to sit in a chair
Alone, on a rock overlooking
The frigid ocean
I want to sit and look out at the horizon
The taunting broken promise
And as the sun sets
Pulling colors down with it
I want someone to slap me
And tell me it's okay to stop crying
That I don't have to try and drown my sorrow
In a bottle or in my tears
I want them to pull me close and kick the chair
Into the ocean
"It's gone" they'll say
"Your new life starts now"
And I'll walk away with them
Rubbing my cheek from the slap