something of a quiet stance
to temper this.
why would i?
or would your sociopathic dependence upon
the sound of a microwave chirping or
someone cumming
someone leaving
change
the world.
i won't let you.
no one sticks around for someone dependent upon
the color purple.
never with my hand
did you bleed.
and never with my hand
did you suffer.
only peaceful
embraces
and loving departures
with greyness
and sadness.
this neediness
can disappear.
i had your ear and
somehow
now
i'm afraid i
understand these things in
purple.
i'd burn a church just to see you
happy.
am i evil?
or.