I should have gone straight from him
To a psychiatric ward
If I had not heard your voice
Just as the elevator doors opened
(Remember how I came back and
Lost it- 100%- in that hotel room?)
I would have gone, like a dutiful
Grownup, to help with the packing
But if I had not heard your voice
I would have taken that bowl
While no one was watching me
Walked out into the sunshine
On the balcony
Thrown the glass til it shattered
In crystal splatters
And flipped my body over the rail
To lose life's cruel grip on me
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