I read that if you’re dreaming about your teeth rotting,
then there is something unbearable occurring,
Junkie
has anyone ever told you that when you write it down
it comes under your control
and becomes a part of you
but not a part of you?
Well I hope that’s clear enough because I’m not saying it again,
Junkie
walk on by
the next time I see you streetwise,
and if I start to cry...
La-la
Paris
it’s only because I wanted to die
rather than know I got hurt again
worse than all the others
and couldn’t see it coming,
Junkie
like I already said,
you fixed things like a sociopath,
but I can’t be angry at your decision
based in helplessness.
I was with our children you’d never met
that day,
Junkie
I have
loved ones
a car
a niche
a bank account
and a foreseeable future,
Junkie
I’m good for now,
Junkie
this isn’t even about you ultimately
nor him,
Junkie
and I hope you survive the ugly end,
Junkie.
With Love,
...
