All my ties to this city have been neatly
\ncut
\nand tied off in bows.
\nMy anger and rage bubble forth unctrollably
\nas I snap at people that I will
\nleave
\nwithout a second concern or moment’s thought.
\nIt’s finally putting a name and a
\nfinish
\non the creeping alienation that I never knew I’d
\nstarted, let alone fed scraps to like a stray dog.
\nMoney
\nand too much humiliation bring my fists to balls
\nand hasten my step out the door into the
\ncity
\nthat I never really knew I lived in.
\nThere’s only one person that will keep a part of
\nme
\nin this place, and now she holds the title “friend”,
\nbecause it’s best for both of us.<\/p>\n
I’ll cry before I leave.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
All my ties to this city have been neatly cut and tied off in bows. My anger and rage bubble forth unctrollably as I snap at people that I will leave without a second concern or moment’s thought. It’s finally … Continue reading