scribble scrabble


i run into her like a brick wall, she holds
me like a rose; too tight. incapable of guilt
ill do it again, mark my words. a tattoo
for every one of my
she watched us grow apart, truth i told
she took as lies, hating every minute of
the love she lost, and me perfecting
the art of disappearing, houdini
would be proud.
the moment creeps up on me and ive
two words left,
“now what?”.