Your lips
are not the cure
     to this doubt,
though I am assured by your
             vehemence
     and the way
     you look at me
when I ask
            what this all
            means to you.

Your lips
     are not the cure
to this doubt,
         yet I’ve begun
         to believe you;

        Tomorrow
you may burn
           your roots
           and bridges,
but the time
we have spent
            will mean
   “something”.

This I know,
though your lips are
        no cure
  for this doubt.

tranquil pain   holds  this
facade
pinioned to a past that never was.
when i awoke this morning
were you there?

or were you gone
living your life without me

Later, I'd swear that the empty bottles
and the smell of smoke had
rotted my clothing away

I think I may have tried scrubbing myself
with dirt; i found blood on my hands and my feet
the next
morning

sweat was everywhere in my eyes
the only thing that made the stench
go away was soaking myself in perfume until
my skin pruned
and i couldent breathe

no sleep, no heatbeat here in this body
who needs breath
who needs love, after all

break the mirror, replace your artificial beauty
scream "wantmeneedme saveme"
watch them want  you.throw out your artificial hope.
replace your broken records

now start to play them all again

I know enough to know
I could never hold on to you,

so pull me close, let me
live in this moment; let me
pretend that tomorrow
you'll love me

"Kiss me." you said, even though
you don't love me,
and I?
I loved you but then again,
that's over now.

Now the only thing left of the past
seems to be you here in front of me.
"Kiss you?" You nod,
and grin.

But I know
you're afraid of love.

So don't hurt me,
you fool.

the drinking, the fighting,
all the subtle ways i
try to **** myself,
a little at a time;

i'd give them all up
if you loved me.

Darling, you were nothing
but the drug
that I’d been looking for.

I shot
your poison
through my bloodstream
and bled my love out through
my wrists.

when i looked up at you
and smiled
I didnt "Want a one nighter
(?)"

When you
woke up the next morning,
what made you stay?

What
made you think
that you could fix
a broken
thing like
me?