recall the time we straddled your window pane, and smoked the last of the weed that sent you insane.
i’m so terribly lonely.
you’ve made things worse. made me think. made me hurt.
stay away, keep it that way. i’m not in the mood for feeling shit. i’d love to say how much how i hate you, but i’m not in the mood for saying it.
i want to be wrapped up. softly to sleep. warmth and leg wraps.
sit down, take off your shoes, not if you don’t want to. can i get you anything? that’s cool, i can’t be fucked anyway. can i get you anything? yeah a drink, but i think you know what i mean.
so i’m laying on the sofa. blanket and socks. watching card tricks and envelopes.
why do you do this to me?
i’m pathetic.
now i’ve been walking down the shortcuts, and the alleys in the dark, because i’m not scared of the shadows. they’re no blacker than my heart.
these things rattle round my head. if he hasn’t blown the whistle, then it isn’t quite the end.
