Introverted glances,
Slamming doors
And mono syllabic answers.
Whinning’s of “and let me in the door”
Shit baby, I left you outside, come in
I’ll put you in the oven to keep you warm.
Counting sheep and re-playing old movie scenes
About forgotten and lost love
Of how people do better than their perfect shitty situation.
Calming Cedric out of a tree climbing stupor,
Giving Eugene the cold shoulder
And enjoying the conversation with Triston from the shire.
I ignore my neighbours,
Have silent conversations with my friends
And find my family problematic.
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