by Avery Lynn

Created on: December 01, 2009

That feeling
of knowing you could make it work,
(hey, anything is possible)

yet still in torn underwear sitting on the couch
unable to move wrapped in a bathrobe of dispair.

Just because
you know a little something about life,
you once told me over a beer,

while we were both happy and wearing
our new winter coats sitting in Biddy Early's
Irish pub in Stuttgart while outside it rained
and inside it was that warm cigarette smokiness.

it's time
to move on,
from you and from everything about us,
because you will not let go and be
just be, and let it go and my heart aches
so bad I want to cut it out with your sharp words
and bleed all over your worries

for nothing,
(until now).

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