Monday, July 11, 2016

Another poem scrawled on a napkin in a bar

Alone at the corner
Two ways and a thousand
And one ways to go
I hear them calling to me
A broken thank you dies
Before it can be birthed
I feel the earth turn
Away, away from me
I cannot hold and slip
Away, away from you
I cry in the dark
Unable to hold myself
Together. I know, i know,
No one will ever love

A quitter. Maybe next time.

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