Your review appeared twice on my news feed today
Among all the threat, the fear
The hopeful love discovered the next day
My best friend and I sing
Action. Then peace.

I couldn’t help but look
I’m sure you looked too, when it was my turn
I contemplated in the shower
If it was time to de-friend your mother
And I have to just ask again
How can you cheat?
How can you wring women like sopping wet towels
Out to dry like thrown away rags
When theres so much blood shed, so much hurting
All around us
And you can’t seem
To truly give the love
You mean.

First and last date
You hung me up on your wall like a taxidermy
I knew it would happen all along
But as we walked in opposite directions in West Avondale
I wrote poetics of keeping it little, light
I wonder what remains of me to you now
And I wish I could paint in the skull of your mildew room
“Yeah. He was really trying to be so good wasn’t he.”

Does it help to forget?
Does it help to repeat your patterns?
And then I’ll want so deeply
To give you just a ghastly amount of love
Because thats the worst and most damaging weapon
But I did, I gave it all
And yet you still
But it wasn’t me
It wasn’t me
It wasn’t me
You must just really loathe yourself
Little Peter Pan.