it's all falling apart in tiny metal shards
breaking up like my fingernail polish
said he'd never lose that bracelet
when the morning came round it was gone
tossed the puke-soaked rag away
somewhere in a hotel trash can
just to remind him, hope he remembers
how trash can bring a man down
fuck-up shit like i fuck shit up
in the manner of the fuck-up i am
and now i know i found true love
her jaw thunderstroke to my damaged sinuses
maybe one of these days we'll grow old
maybe another day we'll do it together
all i know is that before her
sobbing about meaninglessness ended the night
i'd scream "life is just a series of games!"
picking the position of a fetus over an ICU
now both our points are valid
i'm just glad we've got them both
validating our points with our union
now that i'm glad, we can be together
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