“i must be drowning out..the roar of the engines
as they escape into night.
the stillness unravels the long lost strands of our lives.
it drifts out the window, they drift out to sea;
and i fall asleep.
to an overwhelming sad.”—
So, take off that necklace he stole from his mother, it doesn’t mean what it meant before. Pack up your pictures and gather all your clothes, but leave that lingerie that he bought you on the floor. It made you so awkward, you felt like a whore… it’s not you, it’s not you anymore.
Girl you need to be patient, the day’s gonna come. You’ll leave your old baggage behind. No more excuses, no more denial—you’re tired, and you’re drawing the line. You’re nobody’s lapdog, you’re closing that door. You’re not you, you’re not you anymore.
the wait will be worth it. pasta piled high. oh the red sauce reminds me of my nana’s garden simmered for hours. careful the pot is hot she’d say. a long slow cruise under a bridge, over another. shoes slipped off at the door. smiles poured from the wine bottle - linger. let’s dance into the weekend. affectionately, m.