Are you looking at this, too?
I don't quite know where these are going. This one is inspired by this.
Maybe I am going soft on you. You could kill me right now. You're trying; I'm not doubting that. I can imagine the blender flying across the room. I can imagine your arm running along the door of the refridgerator, knocking off all the pictures and magnets and paper. I can imagine the expensive vodka being poured down the drain. I'm imagining all of this because you're not here to do it. Not anymore, at least. Look at the moon, though. Jesus! Are you looking at this, too? I can't help but wonder if you're seeing what I'm seeing. I am going soft on you. Listen to me! This is the kind of thing you'd do. You're the kind of person that would wonder if I could see the same calcium slight moon in my sky that you're looking at in yours. But, this is me wondering, not you. You didn't have to be so rude ("Fuck you. You can't keep fucking doing this to me-") after I asked you if you could see this moon. You didn't have to be so rude before I hung up the phone while you were yelling. I want you to know what I'm looking at in case you're indisposed. In case the TV is on. In case you're with someone. In case you're with him. In case you're ironing your clothes to go places you would never go with me.
Maybe I am going soft on you. You could kill me right now. You're trying; I'm not doubting that. I can imagine the blender flying across the room. I can imagine your arm running along the door of the refridgerator, knocking off all the pictures and magnets and paper. I can imagine the expensive vodka being poured down the drain. I'm imagining all of this because you're not here to do it. Not anymore, at least. Look at the moon, though. Jesus! Are you looking at this, too? I can't help but wonder if you're seeing what I'm seeing. I am going soft on you. Listen to me! This is the kind of thing you'd do. You're the kind of person that would wonder if I could see the same calcium slight moon in my sky that you're looking at in yours. But, this is me wondering, not you. You didn't have to be so rude ("Fuck you. You can't keep fucking doing this to me-") after I asked you if you could see this moon. You didn't have to be so rude before I hung up the phone while you were yelling. I want you to know what I'm looking at in case you're indisposed. In case the TV is on. In case you're with someone. In case you're with him. In case you're ironing your clothes to go places you would never go with me.