||| I know |
you and I
are not about poems or
other sentimental bullshit
but I have to tell you
even the way
you drink your coffee
knocks me the fuck out.
it seems im the only human alive that never found joan rivers funny.
||| me and you we know too many reasons|
for people and seasons
that pass like they weren’t even here
|||Don’t mistake my kindness for weakness. I’ll choke you with the same hand I fed you with.|
I just woke myself up from a dream about you. One of those that are really great, but haunt you all day.
A curse that doesn’t quit and can’t be cured.
I will probably always miss you.
|||You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit.|