i can hear you

i can hear you. 

i can hear you 

i can hear you




i know you know i can 




but you still don’t care enough 

to shut up 




you don’t care enough to spare my feelings


you leave me to craft grim reapers out of salt soaked tissues given by a friend two hundred and sixteen miles away 


i wish you were that far, 

maybe then i wouldn’t feel so worthless 

maybe then you wouldn’t slaughter me with your words, 

plucked from a dictionary binded with back-door insults by grub street poets. 


you always make it worse. 

i crave your absence in times like these. 

please,

leave.