Art

[stirfryuinmywok]

this isn't my first time
the disappointment that you just gave me
it feels fresh, new- the dull pain
and resignation blankets me afresh

so this is how it will be now
me, viewing you with through these jaded shades
this is the retreaded trail we are going on
and I can see the abrupt drop off

the cessation of us, this kind of togetherness
that I thought would grow into the sky of our future
the foundation of our union

brittle, brittle
I should have seen the inevitable
my once ripe optimism
withers
and no one will love
these harsh lines
this bitter taste