Bad poetry for ex-boyfriends
I find that
most of all
what I am
is tired
of seeing you
alone
and lonely.
The gulf
and the ocean
of pain
of giving up
and drowning
it’s just one moment
a blink
and then it’s over
but you go on
infinite like the horizon
alone
talking to yourself
yelling at ghosts
living
without
light
cursing the dark
I want to believe
I am heroic
and will stretch out
a hand to save you
but given the
chance
I think that
most of all
what I’d want
is to hit you
