I’m up to my chin
In this shit
She tells me
It’s easier if I
Don’t resist,
You can’t stop
The inevitable,
I might as well
Surrender.
Words of wisdom
Cast to me like
A life line
After I tried to
Sink her boat
On her birthday,
She has the upper hand,
Knows I’m helpless
To do anything other
Than give up,
The qualify of mercy
Unstained,
Not nearly as bitter
As when she
Forgave me,
I think she means it
This time,
Knows she has won,
Only she just doesn’t
Know me,
I never surrender,
And so, push my toes
Down into this muck
Feeling for the bottom,
While I still have
Breath to breathe,
Thinking the whole time
How pointless it is,
Even if I find the bottom,
Standing on tip toes
As I bask in the fucking
Muck I’ve made.
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