Pull as hard as you can.
Pull as hard as you think will work,
the door hinge swings for both directions
some self reflection on your part
could do the saving
for both of us.
Put your life on park
like your stupid piece of shit car.
I hate the way it’s put on me
like your problems are my fault,
even though I never see you at all.
It’s been long enough.
Want what you won’t get,
you are by far,
above all, my biggest regret.
As I’ve grown up I’m more alone
and less at home
in my own bones.
It’s easy to look this young, but feel so old
while the drinking pulls
a seam once stitched closed.
Where did the love in loving go?