Last 3 letters of the spring

`I say I have nothing to say, then I proceed…

saying

more

but as in

rage-cleaning my bathroom

at 2 am 

‘cause honey

I remember the things you did

and the things you didn’t

The story is as old as the world

the saddest ever

one-way ticket

I love you

But it is not enough aka I wanna fuck my coworker 

we play tennis together

but you will never even say fuck out loud

Choose your words wisely

The pervading ones linger

like a german shepart guarding 

the sheepfold

And where is the soul in this mess of a friendship, my love?

A code word for losing feelings

as if feelings were ever a reliable standpoint

I should find myself one of those

a nice guy or something—they say that’s the pick of manhood

It’s just

I am obsessive, compulsive, and crazy

In the older days, they were calling it love

How many more obviously depressing, obnoxiously picket white fences 

do I have to set on fire?

as in rage-writing 

a novel 

about 

all the things you apparently never really wanted—thanks for the heads up

But it’s ok, my darling

I am good at making up stories 

I know your intentions were good

and you’re FINE anyway

It’s just

I’ve been writing a novel

about all the things you weren’t ready for

It says I love you

like a million times

it lingers

it lingers