Telling the Awkward Truth

February 10, 2008

Your breath smells of smoke and bourbon
so dont try to bullshit me, the nose always-always nose

It doesn’t matter whether you lie or not, dear ,
I hope the bitch was beautiful and the sex rocked your world
a condom would probably have been a great idea,
but I know how it is when you’re drunk and clumsy- how many
DID you break when it was us, long ago
when the bourbon and smoke wreathed us both
and the sex was all we could think about?

It doesn’t matter. I’m not leaving you over some cheap bimbo
with triple D tits and a bubble ass.

I am leaving because the silences are too large to overcome.
they are a wall I can’t leap, a fence too high
for this ol’ cowgirl to jump.
Life is no rodeo, and I’m too tired to be a clown.