she watched me shave
i nakedly blushed
and accidently cut myself
because i was conscious
that my life had become a show.

i wrote myself in
as the tragic hero.
adopted a dark mood
for other's sympathy.
and carried this fiction in my head
clawing at reality.

inspiration from a fantasy.

you look me in the eye on accident
we both turn our heads
and when you catch me, you wink.
you fell asleep again
routinely, earlier than me

and i drove around the city. the city.
and now i'm too tired
to pretend
that i'm in a good mood.




well.
i blame and economy and shit.