and i knew this would hurt,
but not like t h i s...

you make everything seem like
it’s bad and planned...

i’m thinking about how
your name sounds safe...

there is something to be said
about the way you look when you're happy...

you linger
in the abandoned corridors...

a face i can never keep clean
five jalapeños...

today i can’t concentrate
consumed with cats eye...

maybe tomorrow i will wake
and feel familiarity...

i don’t speak your name anymore
trying not to fall in love with you...

all i remember
is busted blenders...