Break, by Venus Connelly

Leave or stay
I can’t proceed this way
Not for a single day

You pack your things twice a week
Go! Find what you seek
Each minute becomes bleak

Stop playing around and go
You don’t love me, this I know
Better move before you fall off your plateau

You think you are a god
You’re nothing but a roughshod
And your train of thought is severely flawed

Just leave me to my own devices
I’ll pay my own prices
As my life splices

I was fine before you and me
And most would agree
I’d be better off if you’d return my key

You talked the talk
But fumbled as you’d walk
We saw you stumble on the block

You are a fake
A real snake
My mistake

Tioga, PA