i am the last bloom to push out of the soil too late to ever open like the flowers around me
the pistachio unsplit
the scuff on your new shoes
i spit in the eye of both god and the devil for doing fuck all but watching everything sink
i tell the truth even when it hurts me because i have spent long enough saying it is okay
it isn’t and i am not
i am tired but never seem to get enough sleep
when i do i dream of you
then lie there staring at the ceiling hating myself for waking
i could go for a cup of coffee and as we spend the day writing in silence
i want more than this world seems prepared to give but i don’t fucking care
i will take it
try and stop me
i won’t quit until one of us is dead