Small Things in Big Problems

It's personal
the way you grab onto your hair
in distress,
too personal,
it reminds me
that I'm not as smart as I think I am
and I'm not as yours
as I would like.

It's intimate
what you share with your eyes
because I'm one
of the only ones
you can share it with.
(the other one is your
girlfriend but I try
not to think about that)
I try to listen
but I got nothing to share back
because I shared myself
too much with you

Your home is not a home.
You stupid idiot,
don't you see
that you are home
to me.


I feel kinda bad for red toenails girl, you can just feel her white girl angst from this entire situation, ya know? It's sad.

Thanks for reading. With love, W.