swallowing why
I’m gonna wash
you
off my karma.
You and
your baby’s mamma.
And the next time
you ask if I wanna,
I’ll smile and say
“Nice to have known ya.”
Because your bullshit
lies come super-sized
with sides of fries –
I began to understand
that the tears were not
my cries.
But your disguise
left me
none wise while you sat
in silence and
I talked to the sky.
Thriving goodbye.
Swallowing why.