Lets talk about buildings and think of what to do. I want to sit on your bed again someday. Poems with blood and tears are soaking in water. In the sink that sucks your hatred away. “I don’t loathe anyone, so why do you?” “I don’t love anyone, so how can you?” Why can’t I see your former being. That train ride meant something. But it doesn’t matter anymore. To evolve into an adversary and to antagonize your treasures. It’s so easy. Kids with scooters and kids with disagreements are incompatible. You are a fraud. Just like the rest of them. You left me alone. You leave me alone. I thought you were my haven, my shelter, my protection. But what the fuck are friends for? What do I do everyday? Nothing. My life exhausts before my eyes. Nobody bothers, to my dismay. I’m all alone, like yesterday. Every vessel sinks into the murky, emerald water. Just like your poems. Just like your father. You’re dead to the sea, you’re dead to me.