today i tried to remember a vague ache,
but my mind's made up like a porcelain doll.
(i can't live without the jealousy anyway.)
acknowledge that this is our test
and that i am the last resort,
and i am the last you can save.

(i support my own decomposition
and this is why:)
attention's different when you have it.
i want to stand on street corners riddled with
motivations and disapproval
and be enough for a moment.
i would be with you in all the haste you demand.