dirt, sugar, water

I don’t remember it clearly at all. I recall a new tattoo and you had become emboldened. Clearly I was in the wrong for some past distress that I had reminded you of. Always unsatisfied with what you got. In the end another one to the list of, “what you could be.”

Like beating off on your SAT, it’s messy and probably won’t bode well so what do you expect? I asked her to leave and she told me, “you’re no Mark Arm”