Hexanchiformes (Mostly)
March 9, 2008
Stole you, just to hear you whine mute again.
I’m addicted, not to you, but to the claw marks
you leave when you fuck me over.
Don’t try to act cute.
It’s not getting us anywhere.
How I could brag about avoiding you,
but now I must admit another guilt.
Another check-mark on my calendar,
towards a date that doesn’t get any closer.
They say tomorrow never dies
And then pull the shades down.
They say everyone is unique,
they didn’t count on me.
[Do not remember writing this. Thought it was decent, thought I would share]
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