i said hold the door
and you let it slam on my fingertips instead
everything you do is so predictable now.
i swore i'd walk away the second you turned one-dimensional
(. . .of course YOU never held it against ME.)
these past few months held together with shadowstring
we gave up on our dreams because what we have now-
this habitual reality-
is "comfortable".
(that's bullshit.)
now everytime you open your mouth,
you bark animosity.
somedays i want to wipe that smile off your face
with sandpaper.
*no place like home*
.fairy tales.
next road note.
