the other times you left me.
time has never warranted this,
the lavender song has lost its time and scent.
i will grow a large beard
and rough you up
to forget my childish ways.
i have learned to isolate my fantasies.
you think you can hammer out
your indiscretions on an anvil of pulp.
let me have time to lick my wounds
like the god that i am.
it’s comforting when she says,
“you can’t like me as much as i like you.”
in my insecurity, i know it’s true.
it’s cold and the gas won’t be turned on
for another week. she was right,'
this bed can’t be slept in alone.