Last night I grew tired
No longer inspired by the spiraling concert of conversation,
facing confrontations when (parlaying) saying
Anything more for the table?
I’m full on the reissued excuses
perfumed by choices and resolutions.
Just wanting to love,
finding a vessel that’s dark and bringing a light bulb
But maybe I needed you, to stand there and be need, to frantically want me
Only to leave me instead.
Sometimes the heart breaks before the bloody end
But there’s still blood
And nothing to gain