giving up is so easy
when my shoulders are numb
and i feel dumb
writing an apologetic email
about all the ways in which i fail
and still continue to hang on
when the pull of a petite arm is strong
the beer is flowing
and an empty bar fills with a tom waits song.
is this the price i ought to pay
for having done wrong?
i became another facebook name
persisting in the void between
untagged and tagged again
and so on
you continue responding
in the coldest way
looking forward
to the day
when i stop writing