I can't blame you for being cold
we.are.twotimers.
the both of us glazing over old facts
and pretending things that we don't ever come to face.
pouring coffee
pouring old stories down the drain.
you don't meet me in the eyes
or where you flinch when I touch you.
It's not a negative side-effect it just fucking happens a lot of the time
when you got your Wednesday night
your wallet pulled out
your eyes shut
and your lies wrapped up neatly packaged
as a tendency to wear sunglasses and stop grinning sideways
during the passenger seat ride back upstate