the same lyrics in mornings too early to appreciate
but sleeping in is the devil's work - the falling
of memory - the failing: the idea that
you are not ready to live your life
(not today)
I have mood swings, contagious ones that are
contagious to myself.
shouldn't have smelled his sweat on his shirt on my bed
to fall
asleep and dream a life made for me, by me, disastrous to me.
when the summer comes, will I remember
who we are
and how hard I wanted you to fuck my mouth -
last term?
I searched your room when you were supposed to be there.
I waited and watched familiar figures across the street and
leave, thinking
it was you
and that you'd forgotten that I was present, too.
Actually, I was hoping that you had forgotten on this elsewhere
thought that it might have meant a thing
to call me
something you wanted to kill.