Letter To An Old Poet

I said: I think that you’re special
You told me once that I’m selfish
And I kissed you hard
In the dark
In the closet
You said my music is mellow
Maybe I’m just exhausted
You think you’re a good person
Because you won’t punch me
In the stomach

And I love you
I don’t know why
I just do

But you’re not special, you’re evil
You don’t get to tell me to calm down
You make me feel like an equal
But I’m better than you and you should know that by now
When you fell down the stairs
It looked like it hurt and I wasn’t sorry
I should have left you right there
With your hostages: My heart and my car keys
You don’t know me
I want to be happy
I’m ready
To walk into my room without looking for you
I’ll go up the top of our building
And remember my dog when I see the full Moon

I can’t feel it yet
But I am waiting