If I triple dog, quadruple dog dare you,
would you maybe step out of the way,
and over here,
into the light,
where I could see your intentions,
I feel like we've been through this before and I know you did not like me like that,
and that you could not,
would not,
give me what I needed,
but that didn't make me any less deserving,
so would you just finish that off,
put the ball down,
and get out of here,
please,
you were used to running anyhow,
the only difference here is you are being asked to do it,
or better yet,
to leave,
semantics
you knew the drill,
you drilled the hole that got us here,
but the wood on the bar was sopping wet,
and full of empty promises,
and a warped sense of confidence,
love even,
and the tender but a ghost---
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