Ten miles
and a
pit stop
for gas
until I’m
in bed
with you.

The 401
is my
compass that
guides me
to our
tiny home.

I was
reckless over
last September,
losing it
over one
long distance
phone call.

I did
us both
a favor
and lost
the chip
on my
insecure shoulder.

It’s October
and I
enter our
home, only
to find
you’re sleeping
with him.
But I
guess it’s
for the
fucking best.

I’ve got
nothing left
to lose.
I just
want you
out of
the home.

Twitter – @AC0040

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