Like a sailor, she curses me outta my mind.
Never says what about only that she can't stand life...with me.
It's all gotta be my fault...somehow.
Memories of mine I set ablaze with the strike of her anger.
There's blood...everywhere.
Actually, I kinda dig the way she hates me (sometimes).
It'd take her tracing back to last week and to regret when she said she never loved me, anyway, to stay.
Pot she smokes, blowing me a contact high.
I'm high,
Keeping my thoughts hovering skin deep as the rising heat burns my self-esteem to knots.
Poems or lines break?
Breaks in lines.
Hate me (sometimes) comes to mind.
She said she can't take it back.
She says, she says, I should probably save myself...from her.
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The Lonely Position of Neutral
PoetryBen's throat cancer has returned. Living a lonely life, he found a woman he loves but finds out she's been unfaithful. Ben starts to think the lonely position of neutral isn't that bad. He writes poems and dialogue narratives. Will Ben survive cance...
