Drinking beer and eating chips- why the **** am i acting like
you
do in order to not think about
you?

You're
irrelevant to this situation, to me and my confusion. Poetry at least is all me, even when it's about
you
I hope
you
never read these poems, though
your
discomfort would be fitting retribution
I'd like to claim I'll never write another poem about
you
but there's not a chance in my mediocre hell
I'm grateful we have so little in common- otherwise reminders of
you
would be everywhere
instead of almost everywhere.
You're
just a symptom of this rolling ****-ball i call my life