in the desert of denial
i lay frozen
caked with sweat
drenched in doubt
in flames across my sore chest
lifting weights
with all my body
always hurts the next day

how come you won’t call?
i’m drinking cherry juice
as i sit patiently
by the display of the
christmas tree
wining like a baby
why won’t you call me?

left up in smoke
in ashes
blue silk pillowcases
i lay beside the parkway
and i imagine decadently
the sweet tea
us together could have
sold in the new bakery
are you still at that old school?
that is the only way i would
ever forgive you
twisted, dreadful, spiteful
capitalistic vapor
i still smell the musk of your cologne
on my couch at midnight
and i’m entirely sick of it

i wanna slap the sense out of you
drag you across the ***** airport floor
and force you
inside of flight fifteen
suffer with me