You – always changing, always lost, always sorry, you, always. And now,
of course it remains
up to me to fix that ugly
rip in my breast, glitch in the matrix.
Sci-fi high-five, Judas.
Scorn with me
"I". (and say)
no more of it, for
compassion leads to Envy,
Envy leads to Regret
Regret leads to haunted half-baked poetry,
etc.,
lover lends itself to friend, and now I sign –
yours sincerely.
