i’d ask you to leave, but then i’d end up escorting you home.

you don’t come with a warranty
or a recommended shelf life
or a use-by date
so i thought i’d remove you
and tell you to

leave.  please (don’t) go
away. (don’t) stop. 
drop and roll
roll a cig, i mean
i knew you couldn’t quit.
i couldn’t either
quit you, i mean.

keep that up and we really will have to
stop, drop and roll
(and not in bedsheets)
get your mind out of the gutter.
away from the fire, i mean.

from you dropping your cigarette
a small improvement from
(legalities be fucked) your reefer
reef and beef again?
it’s been a while since we last ate out.

i think you should take off my dress
my address, I mean
from your five-hundred-dollar iphone
from your pretentiously memorized facts
(i knew you were on google.)

i was waiting for you to break
(even on the rent) up with me
but you’re dumber than a doormat
you let me walk all over you
so i left you (text messages).

...i forgot to blog for 6 months.  this is just something i wrote for uni last year.