If you said yes, I would debate it.
My kitchen glass container.
It's nothing but left to see where we got with this.
the guitar starts and my heart eats itself like an insect.
I crack my back in the chair like a psycho.
and write poems about highways and gardens.
fuck this, because fuck this.
and fuck you, because there is a kiss for a lifetime fee.
and now in her palace grin.
I don't matter.
she lays in a Harrison Ford dream.
but you were the world to my human heart, the spirit that understands.