this

it is horrible that

there is no disaster that

made humanity cave into that

special lonely realization reserved for that

third vodka shot that

holds that

horror that

leaves you wondering why there is that

many people in the world that

serve no other function then to not notice that

you are dancing with the limbless unboxed hope that

someone will take arms against a sea of troubles that

include you flailing and thinking that

you were sure were words said before by that

guy who said it all that

made you feel whole once until you’re back to that

mouthless panting club that

shakes with faceless bodies that

eventually go cold into that

carnivorous night that

no one ever escapes from and less than that

ever think back to to ask what was that

*

i hate you

i hate hating you

i hate hate hating you

and i hate that even in anger

that repeats differently

like each season’s bloom

that you taught me to notice,

i can’t go on with i,

my love

*

there is no way to do it

besides doing it until

no way is there done