"Which is annoying."
This is my mean streak it tastes
like irish breakfast tea and milk
This is where I waste
The kettle’s gone dry.
I don’t remember driving
home from work tonight it
was all a yellow lined blur
just like I don’t keep your
number in my phone
For a year it was my wifi password
to show all my friends I just can’t
I recite the numbers in my
head instead of screaming
when I’d rather be choking
on your fingers in my mouth.
And I guess I miss Seattle like
an old lover and I guess we
ended on bad terms.
It’s just the wanting that does it.
It’s the fact that I can run my hands
through the sand but I will
never own the sea.
This is poetry as catharsis no
this is poetry as revenge.
I want you to swallow these words
and tell me if they taste like
your Catholic shame.
This is the stolen shopping cart and
blood in the tub and my legs
not moving right.
"Dan, you’re like the closest person I’ve ever met to the guy in America Psycho. And I think you might think that that’s a compliment, but that’s just because a part of your brain is missing.”
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But now you’re fucking crazy