at this point,
i don't see anything
stopping me from
hanging myself.
i would love to hang
every ******* feeling
i've ever had for you.
i'd put them in the washer,
then the dryer,
and hang them
on a small hanger.
i hope they're new emotions.
that way when i wash them,
they'll shrink a little,
and maybe then they won't
become too big for me.
maybe they'll even become
too small for me.
i hope that happens,
because at least those feelings
are something i can
manage to sell to others
with little or no use at all
without remorse.