she’s happy not to have to ask me
for permission when she’s wishing to behave badly
she likes it when i’m in crisis
smiling in silent violence when her psychic knife hits
she loves it, cant get enough of it
when im begging her to touch it and she says fuck you asshole tough shit
so she says I need to come over to get my stuff cuz im their owner
my lawn mower, leaf blower, laptop and toaster
cuz we are
closer and closer and closer to closure
closer to when its over and you dont even know her
it feel like its the worlds ends
when she tells me shes going out with her girlfriend
I see the lie, right in her eyes
and in my mind I spy her spending time with other guys
but shes says we have to have that talk
so she puts on her make up and high heals and gets all hot
she flaps her lips and she struts and squawks
and when I say I have something to say, she says I have to stop
because we are
closer and closer and closer to closure
closer to when its over and you dont even know her
I want her to warm me but all she’s got for me is a warning
I can talk and stomp all stormy but she’s just going to ignore me
im exploring the gory details, of our story, poorly
cuz this outpouring of my love is boring
in my heart, im sorely warring
but shes in bed, surely snoring
closer and closer and closer to closure
closer to when its over and i dont even know her
I ask her to take me back
she asks me where her keys at
I ask her for forgiveness
she’s says forget it I just have to live with
that
closer and closer and closer to closure
closer to when its over and i dont even know her
closer to being a loner, with a big dry dirty boner