August 5, 2012
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and i know this is my fault
my problem
my issue
my slow decaydepending on what day
what time
what life
i know all of thisas i look across at you
tears in your eyes
hatred in your heartand listen as you tell me
what an asshole i am
what a let down i have becomeover time
over life
over this
that was our marriagei swallow pride
swallow love
and look down
into my coffee cupasking if there’s any cream in the fridge
knowing full well
i don’t drink coffeewith cream.
Comments (3)
what a powerful punch to the gut this poem delivers.
This is so movinh and so incredible. It is so lightly written but carries so much weight to it.
@awoolham - yeah, i wanted to write something that spoke to that feeling of disappointment. that empty conversation that couples have over and over again until it escalates and goes to far.