Maybe it will be better in writing
your exit strategy, the coffin, the tragedy
but your timing is off: it wasn’t last week
or last month
was a while ago but as always you weren’t there
not here
no ears
as always, lost in transformations
by the way
how is that book, the movie, the hook
the run, that view, the bar?
all the little things I gave you for
not a lot back at all.
But maybe I’m evil
maybe they’re right.
Maybe I’ll be like Lana Del Rey
and fatten my lips with forbidden love
maybe I’ll stay put
and watch you unravel like a tiny ball
or maybe I’ll stop–
But you know me, I don’t stop
fast tracked affairs and shallow goodbyes
I like it all and I’ll get blue again
get my fists dirty and bloody and full of screams again
hang on didn’t we say, secret lovers, partners, friends
for ever?
forever?
never.
For every yes you think I said no
a million times, babyboy.
Maybe -no, for sure- the misunderstandings
the ‘misheard’
will raise their banners in contempt
but I don’t play sad songs: silence is sadder
I know how to love and love to let go
it’s basic, like Persian spice
maybe you should try:
love you, kitten
love you too
see you soon?
forever is never soon.