I hadn't meant to shout
when you laughed,
or whisper under my breath
that you make sick rise into my mouth
each time you speak about your life,
which means little less than nothing.
Nor had I intended for you to hear
the joke I made at your expense
as you walked from where I sat
to an almost undoubtedly boring other place
filled with boring shit I couldn't care less about.
Cos we both know I'm mad at me
and its my shit we're dealing with
and that you're just close enough to feel it all,
so let us not mention any of it.
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