Go,
and take your broken promises
and false pretenses
with you.
You were never enough
a sailor
to handle my storms.
I should have seen it
the moment your eyes
hesitated in meeting mine
when I asked you to stay.
Begone,
back to the land
where you should live
in lavish incompetence
and fetid mediocrity
as I await
the next brave soul
to test their love
amidst my waves.

Blow away,
little one.

Blow away.

~LT