broken records and air guitars

i love everything i'm
supposed to despise and
everything i can't
hold on to; everything and
everyone i can't get
close to.

-

now you're on the sidewalk; you're
calling me a liar again while i call you
a whore;
nothing has really changed in these
three
years; we still
hate each other
and neither of us are
better off.

-

but i say i love you every
night since day forty-four and
my five year plan is
half way complete.

-

but you never really swept me
off me feet you only pushed
me further underground.
_{but i like how it hurts,
it almost feels good.}

-

it's like flying; i'm
filled with iced tea and
venom and i'm running from
you; but you're the only one i
can run too; here i am, tear
me down.