I woke up from four hours of not sleep
After I hanged hope
From the doorway
As I've seen too many
Dreamers die from their terminal dreams.
And I slipped
on your shirt
that lay on my floor
(like you used to)
so your smell isn't only in
my delirious memory.
and I built up to the courage
to take my first shower
post-you
and maybe this afternoon
I will try cereal
Without you.
And I walk around shutting doors
And opening files
Only to find pictures
And lover letter
And debris of dreams
Falling at my feet
And I will move on
And ebay our future
Cuz you'd hate that
And maybe by tonight
I'll have the strength
(without leaning on a weary friend)
not to call u.
And mail borne letters
And undeveloped memographic prints
Will haunt me for a while.
and everyday until I am rid of this skin
U will be buried under it.
the u that made me king
And the u that ate my soul
And I write indecipherably
So u have an excuse for not getting it.