I always leave.
It’s what I am good at.
He twists his mouth to say go and I
was packed and out the door before
his lips formed a “Guh”.
Leaving.
I do what I do.
I’m extraordinary at exits.
He isn’t even sure if that is what he wants
But I will make the decision for him and
Bounce.
Out and Back.
I’m Miss Adios, Miss C-Ya, Miss Dueces.
I always leave.
He tells me he is marrying someone else
And I fall off the face of the earth~
My shadow was never there.
I do what I do.
He tells me he hurt me because he is
A sex addict and like a cartoon character
All you will see is puffs of smoke lingering
where I used to be.
I do what I do.
I leave jobs and cities and parties and
situations and houses and food
and people, especially people.
I’ll leave when it is still good, why wait ’til it goes bad?
I’m a leaver. A goer. A goodbyer.
Miss Adios, Miss C-Ya, Miss Dueces.
It’s what I am good at.
I’m always halfway done.
My Mind, My Mood, My delicately poisoned pen... 