Just two more days

I suck

I’ve always been one for
unnecessarily long titles
I feel they make up for the
actual content
or lack thereof
When you click that link
my name will flood your screen
because even if you have a
new girlfriend
I still think about you
and what we had
and what we could have been
What this is
is mutual affection
tender care and concern
love letters wrapped inside
(parenthetical flirting)
and a good fuck when
we get the chance
(at least once each time)
but no matter what we are
and what we have
I know what we aren’t
and what we don’t have:
enough time
It is worse than not existing—
to have no one remember you
because you remember very thing
and that is the only thing
really forgotten
No please
No pictures
I am not doing any signing
Please excuse the lack of punctuation
this is nothing more than
fragmented rambling
self-conscious
broken fourth wall
painted beige
The same as mine
Your mother loved me
and made us take a holiday photo
five years after the fact
after I pined patiently
for three years
and you still laughed
and manipulated
without form
or function
Polygraphic scratching
They should have stopped me
at the first closed parenthesis.

I want to cuddle but that won’t be for six more days