paronomases

if they saw you on monday

i don't wanna hear about you anymore
but i ask my friends if they saw you on monday
how you are, if you hate me, how you looked that day

i don't wanna see you anymore
but i'm looking for you, hoping i'll find you
but when i finally do, i hate to bump into you
you know i just wanna have you but i don't and it's so confusing

i remember your reaction when elizabeth died
and how you kissed my ex in front of my eyes
how dared you? and how could i ended up
dating you?

you just broke my heart, it's like you own a little house inside it, i want to relocate you.

it was better when you left
i wish you didn't come back and
i wish i didn't let you in once again
twice again.

i hate me
i'm asking about you
like i'm you, you're me
and we're everywhere
but nowhere

it fucking hurts, don't you think?

- espérance, march/april 2024.