Blasé

I ride around most nights

buses, trains

Figured I’ve got the time to spare.

And I act like I’ve seen it all

Challenging the glances of strangers.

So I sit there on my morals, night by night, hoping that they’ll get me by. I write about you with ink that bleeds hatred and then I crumple them up.

The city’s trash cans overflow with the things I want to argue with you about. But hey, you’ll never know because when the sun rise, I will still send you that morning text filled with love because it still feels wrong to give it to someone else.

I wonder why I am so afraid of losing you when you’ve already lost me.

-Doris

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