Wednesday, September 23

Dear Friend

I've seen the way she looks at you
very ugly - that comingling of familiarity
and expectation
very unbecoming (like something out of a movie scene)

as if her eyes could wrench
your sordid emotions from your chest
still throbbing; bleeding.

I've seen your smile (ecstatic/bovine)
your little jokes (asinine)
and a thousand little sins against Man
Please.

I know they are masks for happiness.
I know you are only hateful because
you hate how joyful
how unnecessary
how sublime your happiness is
You can't take it
but if you give it away it'll break my heart fuck you


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