I don’t care about the book

Couldn’t figure out why I gave it away

but I did and that’s

because of love

a love-symbol travel souvenir

a historic philosophical text

a pouting sad-guy author

Emotions make people

Fatuous

and look at what I did

because of that

It’s a nice book

French and antique

I stole it.

But yes I know

I don’t need to hear it

or think it

I’ve been spitting for days

spit spit spitting

and I can’t spit this

bitter taste out of my mouth

must be the taste of my tongue

must be something I ate

and my poor decisions

Enjoy the book.

(You were nice for a minute

And now I really think you’ve

Become awful again.)

I lied a lot and it doesn’t seem right

Please just like the book as much as I did.