Turn Toward the Window
Turn towards the window
I will face the wall
Don’t tell me
That you love me
I can’t take it anymore
My time is mine
As yours is yours
And if the time is ripe
For leaving
Then I won’t
Stand in your way
You’ve hurt me
For so long now
By wanting this
And wanting that
Nothing really tangible
But never satisfied
Take your
Pocketful of poems
Your patchwork jeans
Check out your sanity
Go ride on your misery
Let me be a memory
And leave me now forever