you pick up your hand and put it back down on the table
you pick at your cuticles and i tell you to stop, because there's already blood pooling in the ridges of your fingerprints
i'm freezing in the corner of the booth
something inside me is crying
and then you start slurring your words but it's not like they would've mattered anyways
the cabinet is empty and i am so far gone that i'm probably not coming back
deal with it
it's not like either one of us fucked this up more than the other one
i always told you that tomorrow is going to happen, no matter what you try and every time you answered
no
one of three suns is not going to rise and i,
i almost believed you
because i was always so certain that you had all the right answers to all the equations with more variables than solutions
as soon as you have to shake flies off of your wasting body down by the river, you can be sure you went to far
as soon as i have to pull you from between my teeth, from underneath all the stained duvets because i can't bear the trace of metallic red on your lips
you have to change your name and flee the country
occasionally i seem to feel the sadness of a whole planet
and occasionally
that might be the case
