I've got a pair of scissors
for the hair you liked so much.
the dogs growl at me
and I growl back
wild-eyed
you wouldn't believe it
shirt, shoes, knives, bottles
now I've got a job to do
and I can flash a smile just as disarming
as yours used to be
you taught me too well
I'm good at this
I can sleep
I know you're waiting for me
outside
you're no longer welcome here
in my bed
in my head
like a fucking mist.
Sun'll come up and you'll leave.
No comments:
Post a Comment