JAMES:

I told you once, don’t nail it up- You diamond- I don’t want to know whether we’ll be here too much longer- A real artist would set it on the floor- Put down that cigarette, -wipe that smirk you hide behind off your face- And fucking talk to me- tell me- What are you hiding?- I already know but I want you to say it - I want to know what about me made such a mess of you- I want you to stop justifying what you did and just apologize - I was driving back down that thick road we went back and forth on so many times- Last winter- To our expired stomping ground- And I echoed back to that small hard wooded place we shared- Where we made greek salads and never did the dishes- And we had a bed but we slept on the floor- That memory was loud- I liked it- But I don’t want it back- It was wonderful but I don’t miss it- And when I woke up there the other day- I wasn’t even overwhelmed- It wasn’t even about the memories anymore- Its not hard going back, -and Im not even slightly tempted to stay- I don’t even feel the bad energy you moved in and fucked our home into- I just remembered sitting at our big table, a couple days before Christmas, -you were asleep, -we had no money, -we were starving and very much in love--- And I want to know, why cant we just leave it at that?- We both know we’re not in love anymore.- Why do you have to relegate the memories?- Why do you have to dissect every little argument, -trying to figure out what went wrong or find a reason for it to be my or your fault?- It is what it is.- We don’t love each other anymore.- That’s not all bad. - Why couldnt you just leave it at that?-