to realize takes real eyes, dear.

You stupid Motherfucker.
Your guilt drips off the counter
like spilled milk gone sour.
It leaks out like a man's strength
over a lifetime.

It hurts when I look at her now.
and it hurts when I don’t.
She was what warmed me up inside,
and is so often still what tears me apart.

You were smarter than I thought
so many people waiting for you to show
and so many disappointed that you didn't.
But I know it's a small city, man,
it's a tiny scene.

Now a broken heart
is left waiting in the corner of our room
between the yellowed pages of twice read novels
and forgotten socks
to be sewn back together,
everytime a little weaker than the last,
again and
again.

I lack the weakness to give up,
I lack the strength to walk away.