it doesn’t matter what the
night may bring, I am going
I have had enough of waiting and
I hate that I wasted so much time
trying to be there for the muscular
personality that cared so much less;
what is working for me now is
being that much more responsible
and decisive when it comes to the
little tiny things with our life of
inconsistent priorities.
you paint on my back with fingernails.
almost all of our relationship has been
a snowball fight in the dark;
we smashed our homes
together, then complained at each other
about how we dealt with it.
you punch or pinch, as a sign it
is time for us both to depart.
we are both in pain, you because
your life is not what you want it to be,
and me because I tried helping you
make your life what you want it to be.
I have walked away from that train wreck.
and looking at it now, outside,
I gotta sigh, and at least the bruises
are healing away…