I can't condone these feelings
for you anymore.
Too many wrong turns
left me in tears-
searching for tissues from behind
the water works & praying to God
between my wines.
Too many "right" turns
had me forgetting myself,
had me convinced that poetry
was the best way to re-experience this love,
an artifact that'll conjure a heart-rebreaking
if we don't last.
Too many detours.
Too many detours left us repeating conversations
that got us nowhere, or
left me wishing I had a compass
so I can get some kind of idea
where I am.
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