How I Love You

late night yelling voice
sounds hollow and resentful
just like all those months

from beautiful blues
driving west this nowhere car
hate how you hate me

my world in haiku:
if sixteen years later, mad?
without you, i die

please remember peaks
and how we pique every peak
make yourself mine, Bruce

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