AB + C Monologue

I saw him first
Your luck won’t last
I was his thirst
You made him fast
Living without you again
Dying to cut that pulsing vein
Standing, watching through the window pane
Sitting these days out, humoring the pain

I don’t know
What he likes about you
I don’t, no
When he lies to stay true
How many times
Can she break your heart?
Now useless rhymes
Cannot make you part…

I will take you apart
I will take your heart
Open, ended
Broken, mended.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *