Uncreative Conversations

it was like a forest fire
with the manila envelope
and the fear in her eyes
and cold, glazed over look
in yours

a 22 year battle
to keep it together
is now over
she conceded defeat

all the while
the forest was burning
you were burning
the love letters

all the interesting stories
that were true
or, they weren't
or, they were
we never knew

but she stayed by you
even when the fists were thrown
and your oldest sun hid
in fear, and hatred

to be honest
it's tiring
writing about this thing
that you claim
is made up history

but it's real
i have the bruises
the real life scars
on my back, face
and heart

but now i'm just tired
and i don't want to
talk about this shit,
or you
anymore