12th
Mine
You sneak back in slowly,
Sticking to the corner of my eye,
Drunk again, home and alone,
Your cries in the night no longer a priority,
You flail in mediocrity,
Screaming obscenities at the macadam,
My green eyed monsters been put to sleep,
Your hearts deep problems no longer mine,
I listened half-heartedly wondering, if you are currently drinking wine,
You waltz in slowly, dancing again in view,
I ignore as best I can,
While sitting waiting for you,
My now much duller heart,
Reaches longing, while my sharpened mind, stabs at you in my sleep,
She left you, She can never take back what she said,
You cant ever take back what you said,
Or did,
But I am alone again,
Lost as I crawl through mental wasteland riddled with landmines,
Through which schrapnels explosions yield years old images of,
People, places, and things all tinged orange with you,
Ill blow it up again soon.
