Sometimes before we’ll go to a movie
She’ll sit in the front left
I in the back right
Next to the couple who can’t keep their hands off
Sometimes before I’ll beat the shit out of her
Sometimes before we’ll talk about our parents
What it might be like to turn into them
What it might be like if they were us
Sometimes before we’ll talk about whether the *********** is the thing
The thing that ends it all
The thing that breaks the world
The thing that’s earth shattering
The thing that stops the world from continuing
Earth globe world from spinning
World from rollin on, on, on, down the cosmic speedway
Sometimes before we’ll walk
Sometimes before we’ll dance
Sometimes before we’ll talk about what her father would be doing today
If he would be proud of her
If he would be proud of the woman she turned into
The woman she turned into because he’s gone
If her father would be proud of the woman she turned into
because he wasn’t there to be proud of the woman she’d turn into
if he was there to be proud of the woman she turned into
Sometimes before she’ll make me cry
She’ll flick
Prod
Poke my insecurities until I’m crying
I’m crying bits of drywall and my hands are bloody
I’m sobbing and all the dishes are smashed
I’m tearing open my lungs for air
“Why don’t you show something”
Sometimes before we joke
About dead babies
About rape
About how there isn’t enough food for everyone
About how some people don’t have fathers
About how she doesn’t have a father
About how some people are homosexuals
About how some people are heterosexuals
About sexuality
About the concept of sexuality
About her abortion
About how she was eight months and a week away from holding in her arms
Two halves of
Two halves of
Two halves of
Two halves
of a whole
We never joke about me
Sometimes before we’ll lie in the dark and silently hate the other
Sometimes before she’ll rub the sandpaper of my chin
I’ll bring a thumb to the mole under her eye
As if to wipe it away
Sometimes after we’ll show each other music
These are my favorite
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