Come for a superficial visit
Through the viscous amber liquid
Stay and watch the footy while
My love is waiting minutes from your door.
Why won’t you support me anymore?
Drinking down your bitter dollars,
Sliding me the shrapnel from the glove box.
You’re shoulder deep in a methanol paradise,
I’m amazed you haven’t drowned yet,
And amazed I still don’t have the guts to run.
Somehow you were always there,
Though sometimes at a distance, always caring.
That’s why I just can’t hate you, not for trying.
I was scared of getting stuck in this uncertainty,
Or being made to walk along your path.
Author notes
That felt good.
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