Temporary Love Mate
I’m on a roll.
There goes another one.
And maybe it’s not them,
but myself that I can’t trust.
This is why I bury.
Can’t let the demons
out to play.
Tell em I’m messed up,
and they think that it’s funny,
not possible.
So they’ll poke
and they’ll prod,
til I do something foul,
say something slick.
Then it’s to our corners,
but I warn them of this mess.
Still,
I stay wrapped up in guilt,
then I fade away.
By the time I get around,
they see no reason to stay.
But I’ve always been gone.
Never unpacked.
Never moved in.
Kept my baggage on the porch,
makes for an easy escape.
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