when i have nothing to do
i am reminded that i love you
and how deeply
even though you specifically asked me
and how sweetly you said
not to love you
not that you have a problem with it
you don't
it's just that
well
it'll never happen anyway
it's not meant to
you should know that
you said
well true
thing is
bolivia and zimbabwe
i've always confused them
yeah ridiculous i know
maybe it's cos they're both islands
i mean
the simple fact that love letters go by plane should be a clue
right?
stop loving me please
you said
a hatred for what's around you is so strong in me
so increasingly possessive
so flesh consuming
so
so destructive
that seeing you happy feels like knives
mocking-me blades
at a remarkable distance
and stainless
apparently
for the sea does them no harm
at all
not a tiny spot of rust
nothing
amazing i know
nor tears
and when i have nothing to do
and close my eyes
real hard
all i see is you fucking other guys
and it doesn't even turn me on