Finally I am depressed enough
to sit down and write you a letter.

Since when
Have I grown accustomed
to breaking a pen every time I write to you?

And my letters always
Cost a little more, because
of that extra drop of tears
of that extra reminiscence of you.

Playing a break up song you loved
To listen to after your break up
with him. It’s like you
Are having an affair with me.

And my pen dried
After one too many
“Remember that time
I planned to…”

I forget something – maybe your name,
maybe your address,
But I never leave out
the title
you never gave me.

Good bye

Forgive me for doing this –
The apology is but
formality, just like
your empty promises

no one ever sees me
under you
and I am left with your bad name
just as my hand is left with the smell of your cock

We were never
together by choice, it’s more like
fate minus romance
chance without possibilities
you have me caged
like a girl in a harlot’s house

so hush
and let me slip away
from your slit wrist

for once I feel weightless
and alive