Sum of the parts
Published in
Feb 7, 2021
The deep pockets of my
Poor self esteem
Can only cover so much of yours
On my tab
When I passed under the neon sign
I foresaw all that I would be
Knowing this I joined your manacled hand
And threw away the key
Mathematically speaking
We are less than the sum of our parts
Scrapings on the bottom of a barrel
Useless, sodden hearts
A three legged bar stool
Built out of me and you
Cannot hold up one life
Let alone two
Ben Murphy 2021
