What could make her leave
this has to be make believe,
she said she loved faithfully
but needs a break from me,
made my heart her home
recited many poems
now I’m alone
guess she didn’t like what I wrote,
sailing to emptiness
I hate this boat,
I want to jump and drown
no worries, I won’t,
no shot to the head
no suicide note,
left the pills in the cabinet
I haven’t made a path
to a overdose,
emotions familiar to oceans
trust, I know the coast,
the love game is rigged
I’d love to show the host,
sorry for running my red porche
into the dead horse,
pain heading north
to torch the source,
our love was suppose to
lead us growing old on the porch,
but I’m back on a boat ride
to the next resort.

5th Day.








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