we don’t often like
the answers we find
when trying to make sense of things

but i am plagued by catalysts and root causes

i want to know why everything dies

and the truth is
i didn’t know who or what
i was
when i met you

that time of life found me
in the beginning stages of opening my eyes

see
me
right now
would run screaming into the night
to get the hell away from you

because you suck at life

you suck at being in other people’s lives

and i’m not saying i don’t

turn off the fire under the pot and kettle black

i know i suck too

the difference between us is
i don’t take a sick pleasure in it

but you
with your heads mounted on walls
you sociopath
you do
you so fucking do