Heartlessly fulfilled
What a plentiful wasteland
And so I stand here in a desert
Flat but golden
Shimmering even
What is this?
A laughing, taunting goodbye?
A jeering show of rejection?
Some kind of jovial dismissal?
It is, it is
as truly as a violin weeps
as certain as a saxophone mourns
it is a pleasure to close the door behind you
for now, tangibly relieving
may I watch the horizon capture you
Disappeared then
in a long and soft forever
But this one’s adorable
Like, put a button on it
S.O.S.
Call the cabbage patch committee
It’s baby alphabet
I’ve only ever seen it
once
#dontmissit
Line in the sand
It’s drawn there like a…drawbridge
It’s a hard line, for walking or for towing
But drag it in front of your friends
because you’re tired of them
Line in the sand
This one’s elastic like…expectations
It’s a bendy line, for pulling or for stretching
So drop it at the front door of danger
because without love, what is there?
***
Pacified then,
I had other plans for this one
But
Something’s happened
#pushing-away-friends-who-are-kind-without-condition-and-becoming-too-available-to-people-who-come-with-conditions-for-being-friends
#you’re-dissatisfied
The Irish goodbye
A frequent maneuver of mine
Communication without any
I appeared
Vanished
Consider the move intentional writing
on an invisible page
Like suicide,
it has nothing to do with you
Look
I think you know
I may remove my products from your shelves
Because I don’t care about getting a profit
And the cash I’ve made
feels counterfeit
I’ll just be constructing a barrier
that’s the length of my arm
You walk past where my fingertips would land
It’s not your fault
Anyway, when I recuse myself from others
life reminds me
that I live a valuable currency
This has to end not because you’ve done anything wrong
But because I’ve already left
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