she thought we could swim along
easy breezy
not much speed
but at least far away

but then came the tide
tossing me in with a posse
of murky bad blood
who always did what they said
they'd never do

my girlfriend kept reminding me
my promises sink fast
but bob later
more bloated than true

she says my word is buoyant
until someone leans on me
but her disappointment
never drowns
just drifts
closer to mud
smiling like driftwood
posing as my rescue

i think
i need a better life jacket
so i can flotsam away
or maybe
a new girlfriend
who won't jetsam
with a posse of murky bad blood

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