Where Did I Leave Off?

i use to write you poetry
(or something like it)
lyrics you would never see expressing my love for you
my complete and utter gratitude
'cause how could someone like you ever love someone like me?
we were both so imperfect but you wore your shortcomings well
& i could listen to your voice for hours & let your hands slip into my ribs
& under my belt & over my face & into my heart
this past year & seven months & 16 hours & 23 seconds has been the story of my life
but like any good book it has to end
leaving me feeling unsatisfied and alone
i keep telling myself it's time to go home
but my mother's grating voice washes over me everytime i walk through the door
& my poor soul can't bear it
like any good mother she wants to keep me tied down
& my father, like any good father, doesn't trust me at all
maybe i need a place i can't stand
because we should face the facts
& the fact is i'm more in love with your apartment than i ever was with you
& the fact is i've fallen for someone so much worse for me than you ever could be
the fact is i can't keep two men happy & the apartment clean at the same time
at least not if i plan on graduating & holding down my job
so i'll tell you one last time i don't feel like having sex with you
& on new years i'll get wasted one last time at your place
but once all the tinsel & lights come down
marking the end of all things merry
i'll throw all my shit into the back of my car
drive across town
& pick up where you made me leave off....