Sometimes I cry
when I think of him
unbuttoning those
orange shorts
that make your
*** look so good.
Sometimes I sext
you and your girlfriends,
but let's blame that
one on the drink.
Sometimes I smoke
to celebrate one of
your many deaths
in my ****** collection
of unpublished
short stories.
Sometimes I hope
you'll apologize
to me for ruining
my name.
Sometimes I want
you to hold me against
the wall and push--
until your bony body
passes through me,
and I turn you to waste.
Sometimes I call
to ask what's off limits,
so I know where to
set my goals.
Sometimes I buy
that cheap red wine
you loved so much,
and drink it all
in a night -- just
to watch it go empty.
Sometimes I curl up to
that lumpy, stained,
blue pillow, and
pretend it's you.
Sometimes I dream
of raising a family
in a small house
near Pacific Beach.
Sometimes I nearly
smother myself
with that blue pillow.
May 12, 2012
May 12, 2012 at 3:44 AM UTC
Sometimes I cry
when I think of him
unbuttoning those
orange shorts
that make your
*** look so good.
Sometimes I sext
you and your girlfriends,
but let's blame that
one on the drink.
Sometimes I smoke
to celebrate one of
your many deaths
in my ****** collection
of unpublished
short stories.
Sometimes I hope
you'll apologize
to me for ruining
my name.
Sometimes I want
you to hold me against
the wall and push--
until your bony body
passes through me,
and I turn you to waste.
Sometimes I call
to ask what's off limits,
so I know where to
set my goals.
Sometimes I buy
that cheap red wine
you loved so much,
and drink it all
in a night -- just
to watch it go empty.
Sometimes I curl up to
that lumpy, stained,
blue pillow, and
pretend it's you.
Sometimes I dream
of raising a family
in a small house
near Pacific Beach.
Sometimes I nearly
smother myself
with that blue pillow.
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