final straw

so this is where you've been.

so this is where midnight delivered you

after you broke that stupid clock, again.

should i be surprised to find you

lying on the floor, toasting the dog bowl

with your bubbling cider slucing

across the floor like someone painted

a path of disappointment for it to follow.

so this is cold indifference.

so this is why your father made that

ball and chain joke after our wedding vows.

after you laughed and decided our love

was akin to inprisonment, somehow.

at what point am i allowed to be angry,

i wonder.

at what point is my kiss not enough

to keep you where i can see you.

to keep those horns off your head when you

take too deep of a swallow.

the devil's drink burns your tongue and i

actually can't do this anymore.

i guess i'll just turn around

and leave you lying on the floor.

i guess that's all there is of us, now.