Jul 2021
"i really like you. i have no idea why, but i do."
why do you have to complicate it
complicate everything
it's not poetry, and i don't even read plath, or sexton, or yeats
no, i don't have to complicate anything. i love you
love, oh love- what does it mean?
it doesn't have to mean anything
yes, but IT DOES. IT HAS TO
don't be angry now, it's not supposed to make you angry
what, the *****? the bourbon? that disgusting korean hand sanitizer? no it's supposed to taste like flowers and make me feel like i'm in a massage
calm down
i'm in love
yes, i know. calm down
love's supposed to calm me. being in love with you's supposed to calm me. i'm supposed to feel something here other than love!
NO, I AM NOT SUPPOSED TO FEEL ANYTHING ELSE BUT LOVE
are you? am i? is it?
i'm sitting in your bed and you're on the floor.
she's behind the gate and i'm on the sidewalk
she's in the kitchen and i am at the bathroom
when did all of this got so complicated
...
as a kid, i had a lady friend. we were both 5
we'd meet every 3 pm when our handlers ventured out.
she'd only wear the same pink dress every time we'd meet. she had her hair in pigtails and i was with my harry potter fishbowl
we'd slide down the slides and swing in the swings. we'd run around the *****, empty park.
once, when sunset came, she took my hand and led me to a bush to hide from our guardians.
she told me she would never forget me.
i told her that when we would grow up i would marry her.
she smiled and held my hand tightly.
we thought kissing was *****. we would lean and touch foreheads together, and hushed our breathing.
i never knew her name.
...
and now look at this dumb ****
poor little fella, he's ruined his life.
he thrives off painkillers and hides behind alcohol.
he has to do all those things now, because he's old
and big, and stupid
and he hopes
oh, he hopes
that the next ones would be gentle
and in turn, he would be gentle
slowly releasing from her grasp, leaving the bed to make breakfast
talking about anything else but life, or at least the best things about life
and he wonders
if she would be fine with him and her touching foreheads
.
.
.
how was your sleepover
she liked the bacon ham peanut butter hangover cure
oh, did she now?
yeah.
she did.
.
.
why do you have to complicate it
complicate everything
it's not poetry, and i don't even read plath, or sexton, or yeats
no, i don't have to complicate anything. i love you
love, oh love- what does it mean?
it doesn't have to mean anything
yes, but IT DOES. IT HAS TO
don't be angry now, it's not supposed to make you angry
what, the *****? the bourbon? that disgusting korean hand sanitizer? no it's supposed to taste like flowers and make me feel like i'm in a massage
calm down
i'm in love
yes, i know. calm down
love's supposed to calm me. being in love with you's supposed to calm me. i'm supposed to feel something here other than love!
NO, I AM NOT SUPPOSED TO FEEL ANYTHING ELSE BUT LOVE
are you? am i? is it?
i'm sitting in your bed and you're on the floor.
she's behind the gate and i'm on the sidewalk
she's in the kitchen and i am at the bathroom
when did all of this got so complicated
...
as a kid, i had a lady friend. we were both 5
we'd meet every 3 pm when our handlers ventured out.
she'd only wear the same pink dress every time we'd meet. she had her hair in pigtails and i was with my harry potter fishbowl
we'd slide down the slides and swing in the swings. we'd run around the *****, empty park.
once, when sunset came, she took my hand and led me to a bush to hide from our guardians.
she told me she would never forget me.
i told her that when we would grow up i would marry her.
she smiled and held my hand tightly.
we thought kissing was *****. we would lean and touch foreheads together, and hushed our breathing.
i never knew her name.
...
and now look at this dumb ****
poor little fella, he's ruined his life.
he thrives off painkillers and hides behind alcohol.
he has to do all those things now, because he's old
and big, and stupid
and he hopes
oh, he hopes
that the next ones would be gentle
and in turn, he would be gentle
slowly releasing from her grasp, leaving the bed to make breakfast
talking about anything else but life, or at least the best things about life
and he wonders
if she would be fine with him and her touching foreheads
.
.
.
how was your sleepover
she liked the bacon ham peanut butter hangover cure
oh, did she now?
yeah.
she did.
.
.
