on road

Wait. Shake.
For the hurt and shame.
The dirt and fame.
Hurting games.
Wording lames.
Furious blame.
Bored of saying your name.
Over and over, and over again.
Another fifty words.
For your ten in a day.
More than you deserve.
Does it hurt to kerb your flirt?

Swallow turps.
Take your turn.
Watch you burn.
What will it take?
My heart. Your stake.
Godsake.
Just wanted you to stay.
Lay your head on my day.
You’re just another fake.
Late impatient mate.
Indecisive maybe dates.
Days that weren’t fated.

It’s too late baby,
we didn’t make it.

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