No more poems

I was gonna write something emotive and flowery explaining to you my worries and inhabitions about the future and more about how I'm sorry I fucked up our easiness.

Now I think I'm done with that. Today I'm going to say something different.

I'm gonna use all the curse words I know, so brace yourself.

I am also gonna tell you about a couple of shitty things that happened last week.

So, love me, hate me, forget about me.

Damnit, I just miss you.

I had a swim test for my Lifeguard job and I failed it. Then some guy grabbed my ass and I yelled in his face. Now I think I'm a Lifeguard school pariah. I had a CPR class with him the next day and guess what, he bothered me some more!

Today I am over it. If I see him again I'll punch him in the dick and probably not become a lifeguard, what else is new.

Motherfucker, I don't know any other curse words.

I was thinking about you this morning, before I had to move out of my bed. I wondered where you were. Are you in Europe yet?

I'm going to counsel at upstate summer camp, or maybe hitchhike to California.

To California to touch the ocean over there.

I just miss you.