he talks to me like i'm a dead man. using me like a thought holder more than a friend. something he can talk to. he tells me he misses her...tells me he still wants her...tells me he wants redemption. and i sit and smile at my glowing screen. he tells me he wants things that i feel should be mine by all rights.

I LIE THROUGH MY CLENCHED FIST

but i say it's fine. that it doesn't matter. because it doesn't. i'm really done. just going through the motions. with everything.

i'm a lucky man. i can laugh at my life while it self-destructs.

and what's more rock n roll than that?