This time
no flames
no ash.
You begged for one more chance
and offered a single tear
to the ocean I filled with mine.

Your single self-serving drop in my sullen sea
was for all you’d lose if I leave:
My steadfast devotion
to the corpse of a dreamer
forever chasing hazy highs
to cope with his well-earned reality.

pathetic

What difference exists
between blood
between sweat
between tears
when they all taste of salt
from a life well lived?

Only tears taste of joy
now fleeing with our once happy memories.
For just one of yours,
I shed a million of mine
to free myself from the curse of you.

You never deserved me.

Pleased by your performance,
satisfied by my response,
you left with flimsy evidence that
my now stone-heart was moved.

darling
you’ve always called me a liar

It’s true.
I lied every time I came to you.
You should have learned sooner
it also made me
a better crier than you.