Sofa King We Tod Ed

feel like I am insane again
nerves buckle under the strain and I cry too much
Crawl into the closet and stare at his clothes that hang there.
Miss him
Feel the pressure of a new life
a path I am unfamiliar with, lots of undergrowth
wish I had a flame thrower
Plunging the knife under his ribs
watching the life seep from him
You dont talk about your mother like that
His way or the highway....
Need to start hitchhiking...pack my bags and go to France
see an old lover hiding there...run away and return when I am well
never