excuse me for making excuses
but
i can't be held liable
for your inaction
and i can't be expected
to give up the things
i have worked
so hard for
just so you can look
me in the eyes and say
that you've won
when in fact
you've ruined everything
that meant
anything at all
to me
like:
toast and oatmeal mornings
gurgling mouthwash in the shower
singing loudly to the radio
kisses after glasses of orange juice
silent conversations
jumping in puddles after rainstorms
the smell of a new book
the scenery
hummus
and kisses on the back just before
a night that allows for enough rest
i shot the
sheriff
but i did
not shoot
the
debutante
and i don't think about you at all anymore
except for this moment right now
which has already
slipped my mind