my legs are closed now

so it's all through to you

 

you say:

what a night

you're fantastic

well

that was fun

while it lasted

 

I say:

oh yeah

well 

go on now

get gone

 

but despite my efforts

to deny it

to hide it

 

my young heart

is ripped open,

in two 

because

it's through 

 

wondering your answers 

to the questions

left behind

in my mind

 

what's your middle name?

where do you take proper girls

on a first date?

am i just a flake,

full of hate?

 

do you have a favorite

cursive letter?

if you loved someone,

when would you tell her?

 

how will you make a living?

(certainly not by drinking)

 

does your mother know you're 

a lying lush?

do you know that you're

a lousy fuck?

 

will you remember me?

i hope to forget you soon

although it's doubtful

but i have to 

to get my soul full

again

 

wondering the answers

until I indulge once more

and my heart is torn

into 4

then 8

until it disintegrates

 

I say:

go on

get gone

don't make 

me late