i remember being angry at her
for asking me if I had gas money
outside the hospital
I got angry
because I was sorry
sorry all of this was happening
and why the fuck are you asking me about gas money?

when this has nowhere to go
it puddles in our little brains
and floods the vessels
it needs to go
cuss we want to live
we want to love
and we feel guilty when
we know we must part
we know that sometimes
we are driving that separation
and so they break our hearts when
for being so fake
so nice
happiness and talk of gas money
cuss we don't know what to say
we don't know what to think

we want to tell them
sorry

instead we scream for ponies