It took a while, but
I got fed up
with your pretentious act:
imagining each night to be
some midnight runaway,
a tender soul
destined to be
a vagabond of the western world.
Did you want me to
hold back the night
so all your vain, precocious dreams
had time to
bloom and feed you
their narcissistic nectar?
You were more than a
little trouble, girl;
and certainly not worth
the time I wasted
before waking up.
09 APR 2014
