Funny Titles Aren't Taken Seriously Enough

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I often entertain

the thought of losing you,

myself, completely.
The scent of this pillow, pungent

even in sleep, invades my dreams

the thought of losing you 
and all your remnants between
my voluntary solitude and your front door,
but what do I have other than
the trivial s**t you swear is mine?

I've lost all connection with the reasons
I wanted them, it's pointless.

I've gotta stop getting drunk
and calling at four in the morning
for no other reason than to say
that you were wrong all those months
and I'm f*****g bored of being boring

but when the sun comes up I'll be sane,

just another reclusive creep wishing

for a new first name.

Because when I'm sober, there's not much on my mind.

Running things by, repeatedly thinking,

"So what's left to do now?"

I've momentarily run out of things to b***h about.

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[CHRIS ANDES]

haha,idk what to feel
but this is a great poem and title as well
=]