Maybe when I live
angry 90s songs
Maybe when I live in a brownstone
and split time between Paris and here
I won't want to eat off your face
or cry over Nutella
or think about stupid potatoes that grow green things in my closet because they wither and die
or letters with smudged writing
or...royalty
or absinthe
or bad kissing
or debacles in the front seats of jalopies
or a couple of scars, I guess
or your stupid question
or the lack
or hard-core free porn
I'll just eat ice cream out of no sense of obligation or need for categorization but rather because I like how it tastes
and I won't remember how to cry because laughing suddenly became the only important thing.
Hate.
Full.
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