And mulling over what to dwell on next.
Did you hear?
Infidelity is the new black
And it's rolling through town like a freight train.
All of the irony slices through me like a knife,
Yet I let the blade hover for a second too long --
An erogenous guillotine.
"When I said that'd I'd 'return to you,' I meant more like a relapse."
It stings, you know.
When you relapse, and relapse, and relapse.
So I cradle the book
And self-medicate loneliness with Hemingway.