Lighting up my phone with an ominous glow
Your name taking up pixels it doesn’t deserve
Leaving me to contemplate wasting precious seconds of my life
Responding to someone that couldn’t care less
Maybe it’s time for some good old-fashioned revenge
to exact punishment or expiation for a wrong on behalf of,
especially in a resentful or vindictive spirit
I sit here at Meadowlands Lawn
With so much emotional baggage that I am utterly exhausted
Revenge. You. Sound pretty good right now.
We used to sit in the city by the name of Los Angeles
Spending every moment in each other’s presence
You. Sucking the love out of me like the leech that you have become.
Clueless & cruel
The cotton of our shirts mingling as I slept in your arms
You belong with the earthworms, Lumbricus,
Slugging your way through the mud and muck I step in daily
Yet you have this hold on me
Where I cannot let you go.
So I send the text.
Resume the contact,
And begin cycle three of the never ending hell-hole that is our relationship
Knowing damn well that
I’ll end up with a bleeding heart
To the star football player, love the band geek