i stay up hours after you
so i don’t have to listen to you breathe
very long
after i lay down
i’m frustrated
with you
and the way you move your mouth
and
your skin, your crawling flesh
one-track mountain-fucking mind
i stay up late and listen
listen to the coyotes howl in the distance
and i realize i love it here
and i realize i hate it here
you stained my room
with your scent of ***** clothes
and you’ll be leaving soon
and all I’ll have left is
the smell if filthy socks
and you don’t care anymore.