a story

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


You might fall

Oh well, I tried.

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