you shouldn't read this

you shouldn’t read this, so I wrote it for you. you shouldn’t live in this house, of anxiety that infects like dirt and clings like affection, but I built it for you. you shouldn’t hear this, so fucking listen to me. you shouldn’t settle for someone who respects you, or loves you; it’s not enough; strive for more, for better looking or less weird; be superficial: it works, but for you I don’t. you shouldn’t work for this, so I won’t even try. you shouldn’t care for this, so don’t pretend to cry. you shouldn’t crave this, at night, or alone, but please kiss me goodbye. Written April 18th, 2002 © on Apr 18 2002 03:40 PM PST   18 • 0 • 1