Arrivals and Departures

> London <

I should have said, I don’t trust you will love me until I’m old and I am already old.

I should have said, I miss the way you bite my cheeks, your love of fried chicken, and attention.

> Los Angeles <

My Bloody Valentine’s ‘Only Shallow’ crashed into waves of blue plastic as models walked sexily into a dead sea.

You: full of cocaine and this ‘once in a lifetime opportunity.’

Me: mad sober, drowning the pasta in cheese.

> London <

I lost feeling in my toes chasing you chase clout and free drinks. She moved in but you kept sending me photos of your dick.

Dressed, you looked like you were going to a funeral.

Did you think I was a grave for your pain?