this ain’t no love song

you’re now my seventy-sixth friend

not my best one though

white t-shirt mistakenly tucked in

at times

i hate her songs

but i used to have one of them

in my “you” playlist.

erased it.

words tangling, choking on nicknames

take all these seasons

and wipe your ass with them

brush your new teeth

take these guns away from me

i can’t shoot them anymore.

damn right i can’t.

i hope you know