I wish you had stayed,
but you swayed.
you'd like my undercut,
and the fuzzy feel of the back of my neck.
plus I look good,
and I ain't even braggin'.
I was weak back then,
but the Uber drove too fast.
oh, how we danced
in your apartment and my earring got caught in your hair.
I feel faded,
and the land is lost.
you said you would never leave
and now I am filled with worry.
watching basketball,
wishing for more wishes.
reading Moby Dick like a dickhead,
just to impress you.
this month is painful,
but pleasant in more ways that six six six.