last weekend i made him

angry furious.

he wouldn't talk to me

he wouldn't look at me

& now i am lonely

and wondering

why.

i'm jealous he says

i don't want him

but

i don't want anybody else

to have him either

he drives his Mustang like

lightening/thunder/rainstorms

with his

red-cigarette-tip

glowing.

i am ashes in his backseat.

he flicks the butt out the window

[more often when nervous]

& i curl in shotgun next to him.

he's angry furious.

he won't talk to me.

he won't look at me.

& like always

i am LONELY

& wondering

why.

[[& boys are confusing.

no wait

i'm confusing.

it's blind leadin' the blind

& we are

so FAR behind

where we should be.]]

<3<3<3

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