It’s so bright it could burn out your ears

All the way through the tubes

I’d keep my eyes open

To dim out the noise

Holding my breath from the dark

She said it was something we agreed on

With her face angled towards the door

We didn't make eye contact in the laundry room

While I tput my snowy boots on the cold rug


It's a little thing I should have known

If this is what I mean by love

Because it's a question of the things you respect

And I should do it, to hers


Stupid snow on the goddamn rug in the laundry room

I hate your urgings towards imagery

When fights are stupid, both agree

It leaves these space right next to your blood.

that's your problem, is perspective. why are you so sure that if you empathize, others will, as well?