When I was six years old I went to Beijing. I
Cried my way down the Great Wall of China because I lost
My parents. How brilliantly terrible that you
Make me feel the same, so small and alone. I
Should have no tears left in my body but maybe love
Over activates my lacrimal glands and maybe you
Are my six-am thoughts when I can’t fall asleep. How
Can a human being feel so sinful? I am changed
Since I met you; I now call myself a Satanist. We
Used to lay on our backs in the grass and wonder, “are
We all born to die?” They say life is a rollercoaster but I
Am stuck in the drop, falling and falling. My hair has lost
Six inches since the last time I saw you,
It keeps falling out in clumps everywhere and I
Think I just might go bald. Some days I wonder if love
Is a scam, another product of consumerism, but you
Used to bring me iced coffee every morning just how
I liked it, and how could that not be love? Yesterday I changed
My coffee order, three creams instead of two. We
Said we would never fade away, but look where we are.