I do not like relationships
That come with expiration dates.
You stamp it on your forehead
As if you were a carton of milk.
I prefer to observe its slow curdling
While grimacing at it's deathly odor.
That way,
I can pinpoint
The very first moment it went sour.
There is no need
For unmet expectations
Or reminders
Of an impending doom.
Sep 14, 2013
Sep 14, 2013 at 10:39 PM UTC
I do not like relationships
That come with expiration dates.
You stamp it on your forehead
As if you were a carton of milk.
I prefer to observe its slow curdling
While grimacing at it's deathly odor.
That way,
I can pinpoint
The very first moment it went sour.
There is no need
For unmet expectations
Or reminders
Of an impending doom.
