“How are you?”
He broke my heart, many a times, with the things he didn’t say
I lost my mind, glancing at my phone, daring him to call.
My eyes bled, more often than not, of sweat and dry mucus
The loyalty game is rigged, but really that’s his excuse?
He was the edge to my sword. I was the curve to his bow***
Would you look at that, It’s only took five years
By Pharaoh’s knee he hadn’t changed, that much I could tell
He says, “Aye, regardless of how you feel, let’s just be friends again”
It’s is my fault, I lingered a bit too long on familiar scents
but please go ahead.
Yes! tell me how insensitive I was, and how you were the good guy.
The devil must be a six foot tall, hazel eyed childhood friend.
All the bruises he left, all the waiting I did
The dawn of my pistanthrophobia
All the fight I had in me has smitten to crisp stardust
Sure I want to go back to when I thought wishes were horses
Believing my horoscope, penning down a song every Friday night to move on from you
“So what say you, Ebony queen, how about we fight for us?”
LOL. LOLer. LOLest
He must be inebriated from piss.
Sure it’d be nice to be 18 again, or whatever
So quickly I’d forgotten his retreating footsteps down a cinder path
His snorty laugh, I thought was so perfect is now a memory
The song I wrote for him is like a worm in my hollow ears
The one that scattered me with writhing pain now lives in an empty house
It took a while to rid my tainted blood of your vain addiction
and it took a while to stop being 18
I fought hard to see the pure beauty that you never would
So I’m afraid, it’ll take more than everything you got to clean our slate,
but in the mean time, “how are you?”
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