Toasty

Toasty,

coasting in a rental…uh-huh.

Mostly

post-coincidental… I know!

Roasting,

7th of December, I’m sure.

Ghosting,

I reckon I’d remember. Uh-huh.

Smoking...

no, it’s ornamental!

I know...

Soaking,

meeting me at central... or not...

I’m torn,

you sure?

Said you’re ‘only’ away for eight months...

that’s all?!

What for?

that’s ages to wait for someone!

Swollen,

nosebleed in a tampon

at your mum’s.

If only

I’d get on your level...uh huh.

I’m bored,

obscure,

“you’ll totally make it alone”.

but I’m sold

for sure,

it’s opaque in a way that I want.

choking,

hard to reassemble

my life...

I hadn’t noticed the way you

tried, a little, not to notice the way

I left you out.