some may lean towards
		his words
	as if he were the master, 
but i know, 
yes
	i have learned the hard way.
 
	i will cut my losses. 
i could be wrong, but perhaps 
my time of mourning 
was a short one.

this haphazard landscape of falsehood 
grows tiresome
	as his lies become, his truth.

some say i deserve better, 
gentlemen callers say-
	'if only'- i say, 
i have done my time.
	yes, i have been broken, 
		but i was not in line 
for love;
toe to toe, i will buy a ticket 
to the upper midwest 
and snap his fingerbones
	to the sound of goodbye.