mike why’d you have to go n do this to me?
15 minutes into my life and i was staring my mother out
but she won.
and it’s not like it’s some kind of competition but
the capacity to make a man’s eyes water
as he holds his hooch from across the bar
is absolutely delicious.
mike i’m crying in the elevator
with a pizza crust sat like a sad smile
in the bottom of my stomach.
mike i told you
humans are the biggest oxymoron in existence
which makes us amazing
but such a pain in the arse.
i don’t like winning anymore
and so men who settle the score with me
cos my heart was decapitated from a head of kisses
that many fucks ago an ex gave me
and he told me, he told me,
you’re amazing, lymh
and he calls me baby and hands me cake like dummies
for i am sickly
and cannot quite manage hangovers as i could 3 weeks ago
i drink to remember what it felt like kissing jäger off his dirty t-shirt
and i drink to remember what a lovely curse i’ve been given
that sucking cocks just isn’t fun anymore
and that i hate the sound of my own voice in seminars
15 minutes into my life mike
my ex was holding my hair behind my neck
wet from the rain
marry me, you shit
what kind of a man drinks hooch
and what kind of a man proposes after a 2am argument as i vomit,
howling tears to the moon?
i dunno mike.
but i’m still crying in this elevator cos of you.