mutherfuckin love

Did our whole thing pass by in a god-damned snap?

Or did it last a juicy handful of years?

You fucked up the fabric of time.

You pretty well made my whole life.

my motherfucking Love.

You pretty well made my whole god-damned life,

And now, my life’s unmade.


If there were only curse words terrible enough to

exorcise your memory

I would ruin a page with them

And burn that page to ash.

my one and needed, sweetly and always

mother. fucking. love.