J's Musings

I think I’ll pack my feelings,

In that brown briefcase,

And leave this heart behind,

Because it has leakage,

And the marks on the wall,

Look like you,

They are red,

And make me want to claw my eyes out,

No amount of pills,

Crystals,

Dregs,

Or rituals can keep you out.

So I’ll leave what remembers,

And get a new place,

A clean slate,

And let me draw us again,

Even,

If it ends in leakage,

I’d do it all,

All over again;

Just to keep you,

And the musk,

They call cologne.

By,

Janx 🙂

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