i could barely see the que ahead
pouring down my face on the road i left
sitting down with my dog across the bed we slept
without the power
i was yelling all the words
saying you had let me down
now i see why we never worked
you always seemed to let me drown
falling through the car
im sinking into what we left
singing « from master of deception »
drinking like a mess
i could barely see the que ahead
now i see so clearly the mess i regret
sitting down with someone new thinking of something else
but the power
YOU ARE READING
So I write
PoesíaWas a bit depresso in 2022-23,here is the aftermath:) TW: -mention of self harm -depression -mention of suicide
