Later at the Loon

In the kitchen on Moh Lhean

We're at the counter, I'm eating

Cheapskate skirt steak

Is what I'm having

You ain't eating nothing

Seems like you wanna listen

You ask me how'd my therapy go

I say, "We mostly talked about you"

You say, "You don't have to go into it"

I'm looking at the counter surface

I say, "You're too pessimistic

That's why we're not the best fit

I'm too dark and negative

Need someone the opposite

Someone naturally positive

To pull me out of my shit"

I say it kinda harsh, and

Staring at a pattern in the granite

More logic than emotion

You try to respond, but start crying

I look you in the eye, then

Just for a second

I really want to cry, but can't

I hate how cold and strident I am

Cut off another bit and chew it quick

Swallow with whole milk

I can tell it makes you sick

You're thinking, "What a fucking dick"

Maybe those last drops of love

Were draining out of your tear ducts

Might've been when it all changed—

Staring at my plate, I cut another bite of steak

And I said, "That wasn't all I told him about you

I said nice shit as well"

Jerk the fork to my mouth

Chew it out loud

You hang around for a while

Behind a teary-eyed smile

Then you gotta head out to dinner

With your mother and your sister

I sure miss you now

I do wish you well

I do wish you well

Later at the Loon alone

After my Frenette

I feel a blunted panic

I wish I hadn't said it

I wish I hadn't said it

I wish I hadn't said it

I wish I hadn't said it

I wish I hadn't said it