I’m bored
waiting for you
to wake up.
Jealousy flutters
the air.
We fight.
Sometimes
it’s the only
interesting part.
Girls come in pieces
blonde
and there are parts
brunette
I like best.
The red head is dead,
he said
with a smile.
She screamed.
I feel dirty all over.
And the fire
burned as hot
as the sun
on that day
we walked home
together.