the clean slate

i like the clean
slate. the wiped
white board free
of names and
numbers that once
seemed so important.
i like how the
waves erase the
false hearts etched
in the sand, or
how the bark lets
the carved names
fade and be covered
in vine. i'd rather
be alone, then in
false love, in a
pretend marriage,
in a world where
nothing is what
it seems. i'm not
good at staying
anywhere anymore
when the deal is
done. give me
one true soul to
love and be loved
by or give me
the clean slate.