When you're his
and I'm
nobody's.
I want to be
yours.

I can tell you
want it
too.

I don't conform
To society's standards.
I conform
To yours.

Hey Jake.
I was pretty drunk last night.
I'm sorry for calling your girlfriend a Social Darwinist.

There is a part of me,
An evil part of me,
That wishes to burn everything I have.
Because having nothing
Is safer.

This part of me
Asks evil questions.
"But is she enough?"
"Could you do better?"
"Is she the one?"

People like me,
With this evil part deep inside,
Were born
to die
alone.

What is with the women I love?
Have some Integrity.
Have some Shame.
Have some Composure.
Stop giving me reasons
To push you away.