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.