I find it funny to think
That
There was ever love in this house.
Spring
Is here, but there is no romance
In the air.
Just idiot thoughts and unneeded
Reflexes.
She tells me that I get like
This
Only because I allow myself to.
I let it grab me and take me
Out
With the trash.
At least outside, in a trashcan,
I can see the sunset.
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