The most unfair aspect to it,
after sleeping through the drive -
counting headlights in passing, one, two three...
that's incomplete. There's no two-wheeled machine grinding the pavement in front of me.
Unfortunately, forced into seeing it from this unfair, unflattering angle
& your dishonesty looks huge in that dress.
I could have pulled my own goddamn hair,
I could have cried myself to sleep. Instead I waited patiently as the hours passed...
and still you never got over such jealousy.
I never did figure out what you wanted from me, but it must be somethin' I ain't got, or I ain't givin' away these days. You just aren't getting it, all the same.

All the same.

&we're not so alike anymore.