You look worse
since we broke up.
Especially from the
waist up.

You face is hollow,
and the bags
under your eyes,
dark.

You look scruffy,
dead inside,
and that pleases me,
I don't know why.

Good luck,
sadness is such
a sorrowful
little thing.

Look at my lips,
eyelashes,
hands,
and hips.

And slowly,
remember,
sorrowfully,
our last kiss.

-qtsp- 5/23