You sent me pictures of your neck.
How did you want me to react?
Oh, did you want me to respond?
Look, we can sleep anyway you want,
with my arms around your arms,
or I can sleep out in the car.

My arms are tired, my throat is sore,
you're the only soldier fighting in this war
and I'm the fool still cheering you on.
The poems on the pages that you skipped,
they're just meaningless winglessness,
forget that they exist.