Without My Life

Solemn faces around the table, as if somebody died.

I know if I killed myself, you’d be the last to cry.

I said persistence is the greater part of shame,

You know exactly what I mean ’cause you can’t even say my name.

Shiver ’til my bones turn to concrete,

I know you’re constantly lying because we’ll never meet.

You dragged your high heel across my brand new shoes.

There’s nothing left for you to take or for me to lose.

I’m happier without sobriety.

I’m happier without you in my life.

I’m happiest with six by six by six cuts from my master’s knife.


~ by Jesse Stonefield on April 21, 2014.

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