I owe you guys something lengthier and heartfelt. I don’t feel to bad so ironically it will be a bit more difficult. Okay here we go.
Many years
Of draining the sink
Many stinking years
Of diapers and papertowels
Wet kitchen floors
No one knew
He gave up on me before it was out in the open
I cradled your thumb for the last time
The head anchor says we can’t be together anymore
This isn’t about me
This isn’t about me
I’m the one
In contradiction
So fell
So flawed
Careful
You might fall
Oh well, I tried.
