You Know Who You Are

Guillotined by my routine
It was only a matter of time I guess
Pretty people only think of me in basketball terms
On call to clean up someone else's mess
But I will re-read
Every afterthought they hurled my way
Cherishing the moments where I somehow somewhat to someone mattered
Nostalgic for the seconds where I didn't have to be myself

In the
Barometric gradient my bones are crushed between
Stems will curl their toes
To bloom in separate leaves
Centrifugal fricatives would fuck their friction dry
If you or i had any less
Than thrice our life left

Bags of barley tea
A pair of your sleeping shorts
A mug of lukewarm water joggers pierced through their left pocket
Void-borne mouths in toothless rigor mortis laugh at me

I promise you will always be disgusting
Things don't really change and that's just how you've always been
You're not clever when you hide behind your second-person shelter
You're not better, you've just sewn yourself in someone else's skin
You're a puppet for some molecule fix
A heap of raw meat swimming in an ocean of its shit
You lost the only chance you'll ever have
And now you're living every day within an epilogue

You'll never love again, Max
You'll just grow older
Your soldered nerves will never pulse like they did then
Because this time I don't miss being with someone
I miss being with you
Counting asteroids from my dying hermit moon
Watching the sun swallow everything