Ain’t Never Gonna Ever Love Again

From Savage Spear of the Unicorn

She’ll never talk to me again. She drank too much. She broke my shit. She fucked the bartender from Ostrich Farm her second night staying with me. She made men pay for everything– rent food plane fare. I would have had to pay for her ticket to come visit me again. She needed it to feel pretty. But she was perfect.

She was a coke fiend who took every cock on the continent. But she held me when my father died. Took care of Bud when I had to fly back. When he died too she made me talk about memories of him so I wouldn’t go crazy. What can you say; I wish I had more poetic shit to put here. But it was better to be with her looking at stupid bullshit on her phone than anything has been with anyone else.

What would have happened if I’d flown her out. If we’d gone to Catalina like I said. I didn’t follow through so she chased some other guy to fucking Denmark. She wouldn’t tell me anything about him. To torture me. Left him and went to France and fucked some guy her second minute there and she’s still with him now. Eight foot Algerian coke dealer. Good luck Muhammed. She’ll marry him and he’ll beat her like she wanted. She’ll probably cum while being stoned to death. You have to leave him. Come back. I made one mistake. I’d be with you now instead of alone, swimming in this fucking garbage patch.

You’re a cunt but when I die I want to be back waking up next to you in Texas. The cicadas going. Looking at you perfect while you slept.

Not believing how good the world was.