picking up the pieces
as this season doesn’t
begin
its changes
‘sweating buckets’ in
december
which is causing opiates [/methadone]
to exit my system quicker
wish you’d phone, wish you two
would exit my system
in these sweat trails
and entrails too-
sorry for the sordid/nasty
details boo,
but it’s true-
you do believe me,
don’t you?
as i pack, i realize
(tonight) that
the future/present
is so ‘compact’
whereas the past
is big, clunky, ugly,
mean
and (nearly) extinct/
irrelevant
yet, i admit,
vcrs, cds, you
[/our love]
holds some
‘mystique’
something
‘lovely and unique’
...i’m going to need you
to ‘say something’ [listen to
song of same name by drake]
soon....
it doesn’t have to be perfect
[n-e thing from yr lips is,
regardless- it’s music
to my ears to be able
to hear yr silence]
i worry yr friends, etc don’t have yr best
interest at heart
when we are apart
art turns to trash ‘n i fight not to crash
my car into the opposite of light...
are you alright?
whoever
you
are,
wherever
you
are
my shining
star/
the ‘bestest’
by far.
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