Wouldn’t it be easier to
Let me go than to randomly
Like posts that are
A million years old?
I don’t want this to be
Like jumping beans
In my head
Get out of my head
Should we
Smoke the peace pipe?
Is there anything we
Missed along the way?
Do we need to return
Anyway?
Should I proceed with caution
Yellow light traffic up ahead
Any kind of commotion
Is better instead of the
Memories I have of our
Last encounter
A lot of back and forth
About your being right
And me being stupid
(Too needy also that night)
Whatever you didn’t want
To deal with at the time
I try not to forget
Because forgetting is like
A quick shot into the
Mainline of pain
I’m almost there
I wish the friendship
Had a little something
More to behold
I mean…
Wouldn’t it be easier to
Let me go than to randomly
Like posts that are
A million years old?
© GÄ
Poétique 