Sunshine. Sunshiney day.

My lover, she ran away.

The note left on the table read,

“I won’t be back unless I’m dead

because I hate this place.

P.S. I hate your face.”



Sunshine. Sunshiney day.

I took a walk to clear my head

to the super market for day old bread

to feed the birds because they don’t care

about what they eat or what they wear.

Sunshine. Sunshiney day.



I won’t come begging back. No.

I won’t come crawling back, nonono.

I won’t come begging back to you.

You left me anyway