I am not listening
beyond the 8-bit
in my ears. I am busy
burping up
the milk in my belly and feeling
dreadfully lazy
about the idea of brushing my teeth.
The thought of tomorrow
sickens me
Come Saturday
quicker
so I don't have to ever
see you
again.
I know it's brash, I know it is impulsive, and it is all so very typical of me. It makes things a lot easier to deal with. Nobody knows what happened
but I have to turn from you
and silently say
Gute Nacht
in your ear one more time. I hope time can erase your face
and your words
your grin
your charm
your whispers in my ear
your hot breath and damp palms-
your significance
your drunken cigarettes
your laughter
your justice
your lively eyes
your embrace-
All of it
away.
I need to experience
better things.
Remove me from this hook--
You're just a hurdle, right now.
Come Saturday
I won't be over you.
Damn it.
Hej hej,
Any
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