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slouching from
your memory
I fast become
'A Red Wine Convict'
a busy bruise
hustles along my
left elbow
formed likely from
my repeatedly
edging
aching thoughts of
you
out of my hollow heart's
sporadic dull drumming
I scramble now
to collect myself
again alone
I'm too good at that
have had years of practice
to perfect such execution
of acceptance
tripping carelessly over
words you so cleverly had
sewn
no courage have I
just the quivering confines
of your hastily offered explanations
I'm far too needy and low
and way more pathetic
than you ever before could think
I was
I'm a broken discarded vessel
oozing cheap red wine
through the tear ducts of
my perpetual misunderstanding
that first is really in many ways last
and last pretends it's better when it should
be worse
and I love you's can sometimes cut
deeper than a profane curse
how long will it take you too
to realize
I'm a mess you should have just
stepped over..............
(Oct 14, 2010 1105am)