absence is abreast

Looking at people who don't notice me reminds me of time spent with you.
i bet I only cross your mind when you recollect on being bored.

Cross the country to see someone you described as toxic
then disregard me trying to convince you that you're not an idiot.

all fatherless men spend their upbringing learning to love
dysfunctional women, so in a sense I was raised to love you.

we epitomize the very unfairness that we detest.
a loathesome world is made up of many cruel moments just like this

if you cant stand the heat, burn the house down
ashes are like memories, they flake and disintegrate.

she don't believe in healing, either you're perfect or your dying.
with us all at war, there's no point mending wounds in a lions den.

I'm going to fold that blanket we laid in and lie beside it for the rest of my life.
YOu're going to cast your soul's reproach to sea, bit by bit for the rest of yours.


you've got the kind of scalp that 8 year olds cry about
long before you're of age, gray hairs'll sprout

and for the sake of the wind, you'll lose a hundred pounds.
let it carry you wherever it carries ashes of the dead.

and for the sake of the tide, you'll set out to sea in a raft
let it carry you til death as you validate your decision by reading Plath.

fairness is abreast with absence
passion is the discourse of the naive.
decay is the temperament of time
we are the minds that we have lost.