Just For Attention - Poem by A.j. Binash
Lubricated salt soaks into a cotton t-shirt
Better than flesh.
Acknowledge the honesty
I ask them anyway.
"You're an idiot." She says.
"You just want attention.
I won't fall for this trick.
Knock it off with the
Poor, poor, me shit."
There's no poetic quality
To her words. So why put them here?
For if my romance and touch
Equate to idiotic standards…so be it.
Attributing to my label,
I remind her
Of how I can make her laugh.
"You're not worth it."
Where do we go from here?
Time is more honest than anything.
No matter the passion acclaimed by suffering.
I have one month left here.
All the time I would've spent with her
Will now be spent thinking of her.
…That's why whiskey exists.
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