I tried to read it
to maybe see if I could see
Something in them again,
but I couldn't.
I felt a curdling nausea
For more than one reason;
I think it was out of vulgarity
And that tinge of regret.
Because I had an episode on Thursday.
I never have those.
What happened to me?
I keep trying to remember
That a relationship,
Platonic,
Queerplatonic,
Romantic,
Or anything really
Doesn't always have
Its happiest,
Easiest moments,
But I've never been the type
To stay.
I wanted to say it
When I said they deserved better,
But goddammit,
They're going to fall either way,
With truth or disappearing.
Maybe they already are.
I never have been for reading people.
I don't like gold days anymore.
