February The Third

It seems like I've been living in your shadow all this time

and I just really didn't like all this foreplay

because it never goes anywhere. except to somewhere finite.

which is nowhere anyone wants to be.

I suppose it is where we all end up

but you always started talking about things preemptively

and without compassion

and that made it easy to remove the very large chip residing on my shoulder

This is all to be expected of you

and of me

and the identity of the silhouette was unwavering in its accuracy

and so then I hated you all the more for that

because then you became you. and I, by default, was party to this most unfortunate demise. where we agreed on the weakening.

we never agreed on anything when things were in a smiling sepia.

and even the appeal of my apathy couldn't get us out of this one

them's the facts---