What a terrible burden it must be to schlep around
That baggage in your heart,
The responsibilities you thwart.
Take women from Destin
Have a broad from Detroit
Fuck a bitch in Cali
And leave with your polaroid.
Wash, rinse, repeat.
The creature comforts of your lies
Are what briefly caught my eye.
You were a tourist in a resort town turning everyone’s worlds upside down.
An able fisherman, tugging the line
Closer and closer each time.
Hook, line and sink.
I considered letting you catch me,
And that is the worst thing.
I almost fucked up again.
I’m weak as the next woman.
I am not another story or a notch in your bedpost.
And I will never forget this because I’ll memorialize it with my words.
I enjoyed the moment in its brevity,
And I’ll move through my frailties.
I pray that you do, too.
I’ll be kinder, wiser, quiter.
And I wish the best for you.
May you find your inner child.
May you find love and peace.
May you find joy to give.
But above all, be about something.