I don’t accept:
Pretend happiness is so much better
Than real happiness.
It lasts longer!
A fake moment
Is so fun.
Remember?
That time when there were two glasses of wine left.
When you had sex when you thought you wouldn’t.
Smoking a long cigarette in the rain, under a thick tree.
When you were special,
Or when you realised you aren’t special.
Something to live for.
Some things to want.
That is all it is.
Stop that thinking where you are dead already.
Posthumous romantic!
We went too far together
And then the words out of our mouths were full of meaning
That we then argued about
With dissection
And other horrid tools.