eleventh of april
pondering thoughts
throwing pots
love you baby, but i can’t stay here anymore
the smell, you linger
i shower, long for your fingers
look at the couch, how i laughed
threw off the red
all yours and nothing more
you pour, i adore
you swore
well, here’s the door
time to go
i know, i’ve said it before
but this time-
i’ll see you in the next
until then, here’s the knife
here’s to july, the good bye
love you, sublime