10/31/15-- Don't You Fucking Talk To Me
it's been a month,
or so, since
i lost my breath.
i saw you bobbing up the aisle
while i was talking with some friends,
and it's like
the party ended.
and you said "... kaylee?"
and i said "... yeah." looking
stage right hoping you wouldn't
look at me, quit fucking
looking at me.
you don't exist anymore, remember?
you said "you look good."
and out of force of social situation i said
"thanks, you do too." even though i couldn't
move my neck to look at you because
i was cemented, turned statuesque
and i was willing myself into shreds
tearing up and tearing up
i wanted to die and cry,
in that order.
don't you fucking talk to me
i keep swearing that i'll never turn back to you
turn back into you,
i think i'm done.
i think i need a little time
alone.
go.
i need to be alone.