Our Life In the Apartments

you arrive in pieces... the horrible details I almost forgot I always asked you to look north and other things I regret I used my sharp words I built you I didn't even get tired of your sick steps around the house or your corny shirt written 'do you love me?' now the sun is setting fast leaves an indecent streak of light in the sky the silhouette of an airplane passes through there in the window at the top of this building I'm harmless I can barely hate being here