about time

when it was done,

it was done.

no more troubles

keeping me awake at night

no one leaving at midnight

to go fuck some other

asshole who was too

ironic to understand.

and there was a bottle

of rum,

a porno mag,

and a bottle

of lotion

to take

her

place.

it was just as good,

even better

I didn’t have to make her

come

or pretend her cunt

wasn’t something

that could

be used as

live bait

and, my god,

it was quiet

so silent

that I could hear a whisper

from the next apartment over.

and getting drunk was good,

it made my dreams lively

and it helped when I couldn’t

sleep.

and I never once missed the arguments

or the late nights, waiting up for her

come stained ass to walk through the door.

and I sure as hell didn’t miss the STD test

to make sure I wasn’t dirty.