the is gone.
I like your website.
I still rumble.
obviously.
the city is new.
the hurt is banal.
but I now miss the then.
I dissolve to be.
better than you remember me.
resolve in the carpet.
to burn.
I know where the dust documents go.
fuck folk songs.
I am wrong and write.
I am tired of telling love.
goodness gracious.
don't question the answers.
especially when you've all but disappeared.
for good.
I pour rain down the drain.
just to put thoughts in your head.
newness and air.
I miss the feeling of missing you so much it pains.
it is getting easier to ignore.
I am scared of that fact.