your hands remind me
of shipwrecks, their sails
forever at half-mast, wooden
planks wailing as we kiss.
i am the storm,
and i promise, i will make
a seabed of you.
my ex is still logged into twitter on my phone
i could be cliche and tweet ‘I’m a DOUCHEEE lol’
every few days i will tweet something he would totally say
but he will never remember tweeting it
slowly the slightly out of place tweets will drive him insane
you are satan
i have no compassion for slow walkers