While you were stealing my home, I was sleeping.

Go on then, reply...

Every morning when we wake up, I try to show you my teeth when I smile.
I try to prove a very valid point to you.
Every single god damned time.
I try and arch my lips in the same upward direction at the same time.

Some times I want to light a cigarette and pay you.
It's rare, but it happens.
I want to reach over to a pack of Marlboro Reds, get one, and light it.
Then I want to pull out my single, lonely hundred dollar bill, and blatantly toss it in your direction.

"I've got work in two hours, and I need to take a -"

Imagine a sound ringing here that makes every inch of s**t inside your a*s quiver, and every part of your stomach clench...

"Hold on."

Read and respond, listen.

"I need to take a shower."

"Ok."

She's gone when I get out. Everything is cool, man.

But like I said:

"It's rare."



I wake up every morning and I try to show you my teeth when I smile.
And you understand.
You say that you understand, and I silently compromise with myself that you DO understand. 
My smile slides into a grin, and I'll blow you a kiss...

Read and respond, listen.

Right before I shove that f*****g glass of orange juice on the nightstand right down your god damned throat.

No, no, no.

If you stayed here long enough, I would make you breakfast.
You wouldn't eat it.
You would take a few bites, and you would tell me it was incredible.
You would mean that, too.
But you wouldn't eat another bite.

Read and respond, listen.

I came home one day and this apartment was on f*****g FIRE.
You came home one day and this apartment was on fire!

Read and respond.

Wait.

THE APARTMENT IS ON FIRE.

"Really? Like, YOUR apartment is on fire?"

HONEY. THE APARTMENT IS ON FIRE.

Read and respond.

New message:
"Does anyone mind if I stay with them for a few weeks?"