Day 10

You can't be in a relationship with someone with a broken heart because leaky blood vessels cant float.
When the sinking ships stare into each others bows they wonder if it is too late to plug the holes with their vows...
The tide has turned against them and the storm is the only affair they share.
Isn't it scary how fast the winds of infatuation become the breath of hate...
The sunshine of wedding days turns to very expensive clouds raining all kinds of hell on the foreheads of fools rushing in where angels wouldn't be found dead...
They ain't seen a rainbow since their last first child was born and that was four showers ago
When they used to melt in each other's eyes but now they wanna fight soon as one of us them says...hello.
We've all been in the lonely pits of relationship
It seems like it makes so much since to just
Divorce these conjoined hips
Let this rage bake tortillas into chips
Make a pot of guac
And just dip.
Time to change the relationship status
When we had every chance in the world to leave the status
"Currently carrying too much baggage".
No cruise liner
That's weathered any real storms comes through without a few shiners
But if you're already lost at sea,
Riddled with holes that Stevie Wonder can see and caught up in more drama than Bobbie and Whitney
So much that you're happier sinking than floating
It's time to relieve your emotions
Of your oceans
You keep drowning yourself in
BEFORE you think of proposin'.
Broken You
Cant be fixed
By broken Me.
Broken We
Make broken Babies.
Broken Babies
Make a broken Society.
A broken Society
Is living in a broken Reality.
A society that believes self love is a fantasy
And that it's ok to hide their holes
Behind addictions
Self induced afflictions
Openly apparent contradictions
Made up superstitions
And timid convictions
Like a weak benediction.
But that is no excuse
For drowning the rest of the world
In blood from wounds
Of your own self abuse.