lets call it quits.
i'm done. i 
don't like this
slow breaking down
i'm not like you,
i'm not uranium.
you always say
the wrong thing
at the wrong
time and the
right thing at the
right time, and i
can't get this 
out of my 
no-longer
breathing skin.
i'm a deer shot
straight through
the ribs. i hate
writing and i hate
your words. i
hate the promises
i made. i would rather
be alone in a single
bedroom apartment
with no one to love
than sitting here looking
at you.

but i know i wouldn't 
really at all. not even close.
i just injured myself
when i flew straight
into the glass.