I hate the sound
Of the little rushes of blood
That your heart sends up to your head

I hate the things you whisper into my jugular,
I'm right there, you know...
Some of us are listening.

I hate the place where it goes
And the thoughts it fills up
All disparate and hairy,
All tangled in Earth and Pluto and Mars.

But you might not get to light up like this again for an eternity!
Ha, what a joke.

As I watch your flesh rot in the sun,
I'm shaking my head
It's not mine
I never knew him
I used to love him but he gave up on me
And yes it hurts but that's why we ask
Are you or aren't you?
Will you or won't you?

I started at that question.
We both got excited.
But then I left the party and you started talking to another guy.
The next day you read that i'd died
The next month you cried
But now it's always June and July
I see your spring and raise you 9