Take it Back

Take them back, those crocodile tears
I'll not hold them as collateral
for more indefinite years

nor walk tip toed in fear
of waking old demons that lurk
just beneath your crown
or of arriving to find you face down
breast deep in yesterday's dinner


Take back the good lines, the great times
and your unbelievable thighs that always    
spring to mind when we stand off
like two Mexicans on a dusty street
tumble weeds rolling past our feet
neither one able to pull the trigger

Take back the promises

the oaths you swore on your mother's grave
and still went searching for other affections
dived in without the slightest reservation          
pleading vanity and insanity dragged you
kicking and screaming to the point of contact

Take back all of the above, and take back the love
the unconditional, unrivaled, pure and unbridled passion
without fear of rational thoughts to get in the way
and take them far, and hide them
bury them so they never see the light of day
then please just go away

just stay away