It Began With A Leak Poem by Benjamin Feliciano

She really had me going, until she wrote about her rug burns
And talked about the guy she's seeing now.
I nearly had some hope, until I saw her for the harlot
That I never really noticed she was, somehow.
Once again I am solo, feeling soulless.
I am so low.
I am filled with second guesses, starting on my third.
Now attempting to repress this, and forget the lascivious flirt.
She's so God damn intrusive, she is rain on sunny days.
She is out with the filth of the night, getting drunk and getting blazed.
I am, if you will, equal parts misogynist and misanthrope.
Even myself I include, I am just as spiritually broke.
In short I see I am alone, hating both company and surrounding.
Where once I sailed above my dreams, now in them I am drowning.