We don’t really cook anymore
It’s just easier now
Not worrying about
Pots and pans and knives and forks and napkins and
Instead thinking about waking.
If ever there was a right time, it would be now
I die when you call them movies
Insisting that they’re films
One semester I studied it
I know better than you.
I surrender
If I’m not the best why bother?
I’m lonely but in an existential way
I’m not simple
I don’t just want.
I complain
I’m not the best now
I liked hurting girls
You know I’m well read?
It doesn’t stop there
I worry still
Just about me.
But also
I’m still worried about what we’ll drink
And what’s for dinner
I think tomorrow is important but I'm starving.

I think words disgust me
But touch amuses me
I get confused sometimes and
Mix up what I think
I think touch disgusts me
And words amuse me
But I never do know
What I really mean.

En route to the guillotine of my own construction
I gaze at each glimmer from your earthy eyes and
Cheers my own life in its final chapter –
  No longer wanting to mark the page.

We sat on a log
And called it a spaceship
You insisted on being the pilot.

There was a boy
Once disillusioned by the idea of seniority,
Who one day realised his dad might be wrong.
What I heard when he was dying
Takes unusual form in my memories.
A lively spirit masqueraded in a stained shirt.
All too reminiscent of the boy
Who was once the light of my eyes,
But cannot be.
The light had gone out that day.

When I was little
I needed my dad to lower my chair with his weight.
When I alone pulled the lever
My chair would go higher and higher
When I wanted to go down
So my dad would sit and pull and
Take me down with a grin.

You forgot my birthday yesterday
Even when I told you that
I'm having a beer for my first drink,
And you laughed at me.
Oh God I should've known that when you handed me
A plastic succulent that still had a price tag under it,
You really had forgotten.
My mum and dad both told me that nothing good could come
From you and I just fighting and me always crying.
But my dog always loved you so I thought you must be good,
Even when the sun itself would run and hide from you.
I guess I should count myself lucky
'cause at least plastic plants don't die.
But I'll still send flowers to your mum on mother's day.