Monday, September 16, 2013

Why I Write, Part x+229: The Best of a Bad Breakup

She wondered how much time she could ask for
Without actually having to ask.
She wondered how fast the tears would have to come,
How much standing water left at the bottom of her beers,
Before it was more than just sprinkling.
She told me it was her or the writing.
She may have been reasonable,
But she wasn't going to be with me my whole life.

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