so let’s say it’s me, not you.
call me selfish.
i have to get this out of the way.
and cleaning closets,
i’ve come so far out
of my mind
and have nowhere else
to stuff a single skeleton more.
my feng shui is fucked,
crystal chi choked up on your cosmic clutter,
lost or forsaken,
we were starcrossed
one too many times
and i don’t trust what would happen
if i gave you any more of my love.