how many more...

i can't remove myself from our love
and it's hate / too tired to cry /
to think if it makes sense any longer

erase from my memory these moments of
solitude when all stare with
no apparent reason /
with nothing much to see
i watch you and your spaghetti
i watch you leave
like i have time and time before
apparently ignoring my presence
like i forgot your existence
come back
when the TV has bored you
come back when you're done eating
and i'll open my shirt and my pants
and my legs
and we'll make everything okay again.
my happiness disappears now
say goodbye as i drift on clouds
and you drive nails into my flesh