Jasper Sloan Yip Love, And All Of Its Opposites
The steam from my cup warms this rented room. I'm just an unlovely ghost haunting its tomb. Flashing TV screens with the volume off make good company. Reading paperbacks; drinking alcohol; disappearing act. You're fast asleep most nights when I am finally ready to go to sleep and give up on the day
We've got love, and all of its opposites, but we don't have a clue what will happen next. Don't be sad if we pass like evening light behind evergreens. I'll be always yours because I have been once, for what it's worth
You'll see much more of me than anyone else ever will because darling, if I ever am myself it is not when I'm with anybody else
