You swept away the unused memories I shed like leaves
On the weary kitchen floor
After fifteen years of resisting autumn.
I left my rusted self-esteem buried behind your
Wintry disposition.
You can keep it.
You canned and sold your famous words of contamination
While I waited on the front step of a door you'd never open.
So I washed away the residue of unrelenting scorn
You happened to unleash on me for loitering at times.
My skin flushed with irritation from your mordant tendencies.
I waved goodbye with hands yours always dispossessed,
My fingers gnarled from fruitless attempts at picking your lock
(in search of fatherly affe
Sign on the Dotted Line by nightwhispers, literature
Literature
Sign on the Dotted Line
It was nearly the cracked red nail polish flaking away
from the propositions it faced while rooming next to cuticles
so meticulous I thought I'd hyperventilate.
And then there was you with those sad drunken eyes babbling
about college and your attachment to the scent of my pillow
like it offered you a shield from your addictions.
I didn't even know you that well but I was tired so I
let you sleep there while my arm hung off the side of the bed
and the mess of your life lay dormant in the sheets we were between.
I didn't feel you wrap your arm around me until I was snug
too gone to care where you've been before now because there was
Sign on the Dotted Line by nightwhispers, literature
Literature
Sign on the Dotted Line
It was nearly the cracked red nail polish flaking away
from the propositions it faced while rooming next to cuticles
so meticulous I thought I'd hyperventilate.
And then there was you with those sad drunken eyes babbling
about college and your attachment to the scent of my pillow
like it offered you a shield from your addictions.
I didn't even know you that well but I was tired so I
let you sleep there while my arm hung off the side of the bed
and the mess of your life lay dormant in the sheets we were between.
I didn't feel you wrap your arm around me until I was snug
too gone to care where you've been before now because there was
You swept away the unused memories I shed like leaves
On the weary kitchen floor
After fifteen years of resisting autumn.
I left my rusted self-esteem buried behind your
Wintry disposition.
You can keep it.
You canned and sold your famous words of contamination
While I waited on the front step of a door you'd never open.
So I washed away the residue of unrelenting scorn
You happened to unleash on me for loitering at times.
My skin flushed with irritation from your mordant tendencies.
I waved goodbye with hands yours always dispossessed,
My fingers gnarled from fruitless attempts at picking your lock
(in search of fatherly affe
i was going to delete all my old journal entries but I'm too lazy. I'm leaving or whatever you want to call it. Sick of the internet. Yes, that's what we'll call it.