You are like my little flower.
An unpolished diamond.
It's like your soul has gotten the homework
You've aced the assignment.
It's like you somehow knew
My heart needed a realignment.
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Hmm.
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I sit and wonder where you come from.
You have my heart aflutter
Got me stuttering
Like I'm dumb.
I hope it's not a dream
Mind blown like a shotgun.
I've met so many hollowed hearts
I hope that you are not one.
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Hmm.
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I turn these people into poetry,
I cannot help it.
It's like a constant flow in me,
I hope it's never dealt with.
I think you see that side of me.
I think somehow you felt it.
And when you said those words to me,
I nearly fucking melted...
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It's like a flip switched.
Shit...I mean, a switch flipped.
You told me you were infected
And fuck...
My fucking heart dipped...
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Let's toss all of that out the window...
Here's the crescendo...
Maybe you slept with far too many men, though...
That's not a sin, though...
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And...
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What you caught is the real problem.
Medicine and time can never solve them...
It's that itch.
That burn.
The bottom.
Of the barrel...
You fucked around, found out
And caught 'em...
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Now your life looks like seclusion.
A sick and lonely illusion...
All the guilt dipped in confusion.
That pain is tough like contusions.
You've been shunned...
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And once again
Life seems to love to send me cruel jokes.
While teasing me with sugared halves...
That harrowing
Hunt for love, folks...