Make Friends – Then Kill Them

Dying in your dingy apartment, 

                            alone

scared shitless, pissing yourself.

 

Here we go again, Ada.

The smell of Newports, Hennessey, your breath

 

                 I'm going to

                be here, working on my novel life,

                                                              getting

published,

                      having a life

free from you

Telling yourself that I am a poorly written SNL skit that everyone has forgotten

                     but you know who the joke is?

The drug addict, Ada.

                                    That's you.

 

As if my novel wasn't already a shuffling playlist of references to our lives, Ada.

Purple, blue, black, green dye in your dingy apartment

 
I wish -- I hated you!

 

Bye bye hair, bye bye lover, bye bye Ada.

 

Here we go

                    why am I

... not sorry, Ada.

 

I love you, Ada. "I know."

Too bad hate is as temporary as hair dye, Ada.

                            Like shots of whiskey

                                                 and bourbon

you're warm for what feels

                                                 like, a lifetime

then you're back in your dingy apartment.