10/31/15-- Don't You Fucking Talk To Me

it's been a month,

or so, since

i lost my breath.

i saw you bobbing up the aisle

while i was talking with some friends,

and it's like

the party ended.

and you said "... kaylee?"
and i said "... yeah." looking 

stage right hoping you wouldn't

look at me, quit fucking 

looking at me.

you don't exist anymore, remember?

you said "you look good."

and out of force of social situation i said 
"thanks, you do too." even though i couldn't

move my neck to look at you because

i was cemented, turned statuesque

and i was willing myself into shreds

tearing up and tearing up

i wanted to die and cry,

in that order.

don't you fucking talk to me

i keep swearing that i'll never turn back to you

turn back into you,

i think i'm done.

i think i need a little time

alone.

go.

i need to be alone.