Suddenly I feel as though love has turned erratic. It’s an outdated sense of despair.
Like an old woman begging for reprieve into the comforts of her rocking chair.
We’ll find a way to put the pieces back to something wholesome.
Or we’ll die lying down.
It’s a game of chance, it’s a shape of things to come.
Like cigarette smoke, it’s burning deep into our lungs.
Oh how we focused our obscenities on the ones we feared the most.
Here’s hoping they don’t hear a sound.
Shortened words to the tune of a broken record, we’ve heard it all before.
It’s the replayed banter of the bitch you wish you scorned.
At best she’ll feast upon the flesh of the broken-hearted.
Like wolves descended on the child left behind.
Now scrape it away, let her tear it all down.
Forget those years and you’ll never miss your crown.
For those who were fortunate enough to be left with their own two feet.
Here’s hoping she let you retreat.
Burn.
Four score and seven beers ago, I once thought it all well.
But hindsight is for the blind and overwhelmed.
Oh how we focused our obscenities on the ones we feared the most.
Here’s hoping they understood every word.
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