Shame
‘There’s something godly about you tonight.’ If you would ever be so kind, please don’t say that, please refrain, you mustn’t ever now forget that way I barfed out in the rain, the way I laid down dagger dead, on the concrete, out of breath. Keep that memory engrained, of my loudest ugly cries, of my childish jealousies, that would always get the best of me. We grow up and we mature, but our time…