or angina

love gave me the worst love of my life

and i suppose i still loved it best of all

*

you feel like shit

but at least that means

you’re still making waste

still feeling

still have all this shit to lose

*

relationships are the remains of corpses

that sired you into it all

to repeat what was repeated

in hopes that they

bits of you

of them

will continue on finding love among the bodies

that lay tired and wasted

*

i hope she knows

that we knew hope

but didn’t need it

for i had her

*

how awful it is

that after it all

there is only

how is it awful