Let's keep a score: The world, none,
You, an hour's worth of smiles and good feeling.
I want: Someone's boot to brush up against,
The Advil I must've left in my robe. Bed.
I think I have become a thinly-veiled monster—
Also annoying, completely unable to give a shit
About the lies, at the end of their wires.
The drop-off looms. Something blooms:
If only it were your heart, your sweetest gloom.
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