One day closer to the story,

I hear you mumble everyday.

You pour these wishful incentives

into a false sense of hope.

"we're better off, the two of us"

and words can cure almost any itch,

but only temporarily because

come time tomorrow...yesterdays forgotten  

and despite that top drawer first aid kit

I cannot find a Band-Aid big enough

to wrap around the lies

you've cut into my back with.


So my ambulance blares,

running over innocent bystander's

and mental pedestrians on a street

paved with abandon dreams

& vacant parlors of deception,

but even though I go 80...in the 35...

I'm still only one day closer

to your story of lies.

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