Dating : Dumpster Fire

A poem of love and not-love

The Hindenburg is burning in my bathtub

The Titanic is going down in my kitchen sink

I’m here drowning in your ocean

Water everywhere but not a drop to drink

I woke up today

My bed was filled with live wires and venomous snakes

I couldn’t tell the difference anyway

Maybe I’ll just go back to sleep

I don’t love you enough to let you love someone else

It’s no wonder I can’t stop bleeding

I’m busy putting Band-Aids on bullet wounds

I want happiness but it’s not on the menu and neither are you

But at least I woke up today

My mouth was filled with wildfires and copperhead snakes

I couldn’t tell the difference anyway

Maybe I should just go back to sleep