January 2010
don't you want to share the guilt?
I hate morning rain tickling through the windows
I hate orange juice and big tea cups and clean floors
I hate newly bought toothpaste
I hate tangerines and big shoes and handpicked flowers
I hate Vampire Weekend and getting drunk and lying in bed with you all through the next day.
And I hate when I have to lie to myself to get over you.
I wish I was a pillow
so that I could sleep through this class softly
Russian Revolution
more like sad, sad, sadder, Lenin.
