Bankrupt

You arrived like a storm and left with the first Foehns,

Blonde hair and bruised collarbones,

Green dripping down your unreachable phone.

The dial tone says it all,

She’ll never come home.

Sweating champagne, grasping at cigarette smoke.

You swore there’s no difference between broken and broke

While sipping Coke until the city air choked

As you danced alone

To Killing Joke.

And they loved you while I swallowed the tears.

No one worries because no one hears –

But your lips shoot to kill once the midnight nears.

Yet – all they see is your costume

With its bunny ears.

You’re always running your tongue, it’s a wicked race.

Survival of those without shame and grace.

You thought your stature put me in my place.

But you’re heavy like a statue,

You can’t keep up the pace.

And I might’ve escaped but I’m still calling.

You never pick up but each day it’s less appalling.

So tonight I’m withdrawing,

Falling behind,

Letting you to go all in

And live on nothing but your bankrupt mind.

-JW