Poke at my iris
Why can't I cry about this?
Maybe there is something
that you know that I don't?
We adopt a brand new language
communicate through pursed lips,
You try not to put on
any sexy clothes or graces.
I might never catch a mouse
and present in my mouth
and make you feel you're with someone
who deserves to be with you.
But there's one thing we've got going
and it's the only thing worth knowing.
It's got lots to do with magnets
and the pull of the moon.
Why won't our love keel over
as it chokes on a bone?
We can mourn its passing
and then bury it in snow.
Or should we kick its cunt in
and watch as it dies from bleeding.
If you don't want to be with me
just say and I will go.
--
Well we can change our partners
this is a progressive dance but
remember it was me who
dragged you up to the sweaty floor.
Well this has been a real ...
I've got shin-splints and a stich from weed(?)
but like a drunken night
it's the best bits that are coloured in
Should look through some old photos
I adored you in every one of those.
If someone took a picture of us now
they'd need to be told
that we had every clung on tight
and maybe not with arms at night
I'd say she was his sister
but she doesn't have his nose
And now we're unrelated
and rid of all the shit we hated
but i hate when i feel like this
and i never hated you
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