you

are staring

and I can feel it

in the back

of my head

boring holes

trying to

get to my brain

but the music

is too loud

and I know

you can’t hear

my thoughts

over this music

you barely like

 

you

had me on

speed dial

or it seemed

like you did

for the last

two months

and I couldn’t

answer your

phone calls

just to hear you cry

at 11p.m

so you’d just

turned 20

but I had you on block

 

you

broke my bones

two fucking

years ago

and I took

your excuses

and moulded

them into

a new skeleton

that I let you

sleep next to

for another

ten months

 

what a waste

of a human being

I had become

a slave

of yours

 

I

am unsure

if you still

miss me

but it’s been

too long

 

and I hope

you don’t