Your psychopathic sleep hours tick by slowly,
dreamless time, unconscious to the world -
a temporary death each night. Do you know
how much you hurt me? I suppose you do.
I crumbled like the flaky leaves in autumn
underneath your feet, and fell for another boy
eventually. You moved away, and now sleep undisturbed
with another girl. She must sleep soundly too,
oblivious to your reputation, the way you once ate
fields of girls as though you were a swarm of summer locusts.
Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 7:25 PM UTC
Your psychopathic sleep hours tick by slowly,
dreamless time, unconscious to the world -
a temporary death each night. Do you know
how much you hurt me? I suppose you do.
I crumbled like the flaky leaves in autumn
underneath your feet, and fell for another boy
eventually. You moved away, and now sleep undisturbed
with another girl. She must sleep soundly too,
oblivious to your reputation, the way you once ate
fields of girls as though you were a swarm of summer locusts.
