I wanna reach down deep into the pit of my stomach and untie the knots which have been wrapping them-selves around your name all day
Brush clean the tangles of you in my mind clinging tight to my brain and suffocating my words
I love you
I want you
I could have your babies
You’re an asshole
So many things said
Too many words to wipe the slate
Too much ink to whiten the page
So I guess we should just crumple it
Toss it in the garbage pail called “such is life…oh well” and move on
Love again
Find someone new
Or go back to someone old
Someone funnier
Happier
Different
Someone not you
Someone who’s name is tangled in my brain suffocating my words of sorrow
And lighting up my mouth with sounds of joy