Sometimes
I start to think
you are rooting
for us to go to hell
so you can
have more interesting
friends
I'm sorry if I haven't
cut it
like some perverse pimp
you think of
yourself as
so much better
so much more knowledgeable
so much more.
you revel
when she dips
herself in
the shadows
of sex
spirits
smoke
when you're
not
exactly
too
far
deep
yourself

tell me who you
think that you are
please
I'd really love to know

I just don't get you
anymore
you are see through
and I
hate it
how you
can be
so
shallow