Ripping up marriage material by Cassandra Dallett

Kneeling in rice that’s what love is like to me
My own weightiness wounding red
grains to bone
I Beg to be lifted by armpits
Always in trouble I try to talk my way out
A spinning firecracker I hiss smoke
Sometimes we are good and drunk
A glass too many and I want to fight
You cry face red too emotional you say
Sobriety doesn’t help much I’m frozen
Can’t glue my cracks bleach my stained teeth
I worry you’ll leave to get high
And I can’t be that reason
The reason for you on the wagon or under its wheels
Neither one
I’m an asshole I know
But here goes; I don’t like to fuck the people I love
It’s too disappointing and real
I like to fuck people I don’t love so I can pretend to
People married and locked up
after acting out
in a sweat
I pull my clothes on and walk away.

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