Before I’m done with this cigarette and the breeze chills the tips of my fingers
What you dreamt that night, and what made you call me midway hysterical
With talk of the sky collapsing and the ground faulting, and how you were looking for me
And how you woke up searching and yearning almost writhing at my name
And what made me remind you that you wouldn’t have to look for me because I’d be right here
You are going to die
in your best friend’s arms.
And you play along because it’s funny, because it’s written down, you’ve memorized it,
it’s all you know.
I say the phrases that keep it all going,
And everyone plays along.
Someone’s pulling a gun, and you’re jumping into the middle of it.
You didn’t think you’d feel this way.
-“Planet of Love”, Richard Siken
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what the ingredients were for falling off the face of the earth.
I wasn’t selfish. I was born with them, so I decided to tell him.
"A strong passion for hating people and a cunning apathy."