California Nightmare Poem by LeeAnn Azzopardi

Ask me once more
And I will tell you the truth
The truth is I stopped loving you
When we came out here
You with a fancy car we cannot afford
And the rented house I think is haunted
You used to be honest to me--to everyone
But yr ego got too big
Now, you spend yr night using blow
As I watch for the police to tell you're dead
I wait by the bay window
Thinking you are on the highway
Bleeding from the head with yr phone in yr hand