nothing about you is familiar
no look
no quip
no smell
the fleeting thoughts that were once
centered around making you mine
now find everything but you
there's no magic that can make this
"unlove"
start
but sartre took me through you
and your habits
explained them to me one by one
and you look foolish to me now
dumb in your security
false in your self-promotion
desperate in your little room
tired in your small life
and I'm down on my knees
giving thanks to a god I swore I'd never believe in
for delivering me
from you.
THEY LIKE TO ASK QUESTIONS
they like to ask questions
to get in there and remove memories that aren't theirs
like old shards of glass they think they can piece together
and glue to make a light bulb
but it never
really
lights up
it never really
illuminates anything except the fact
they're travel writers
writing about places they've never been.
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