I got drunk
to cope
with my problems

If the opposite of depression
Is not happiness
But mania
Then the opposite of loving you
Is not hatred
But hysteria

What the ****
Am I to do
When everything
Comes back to you?

You leave me beaten
Like you do
Always my heart aching
Black and blue

Let your heart rest easy
In the tender arms of moonlight
You'll be alright
At least for now

In your ash tray
Will remain long after
Evey other part of me has perished.

The taste of stale cigarettes
On her lips
Mixing with the stinging cherry
On my own
Is a flavor I'll probably never forget
Or trade for the world

You dont love her
For the flower she is.

You don't kiss evey petal
As tender as the breeze intended.

You don't prop her stem
Allowing her to grow tall and strong.

You love her
Like your next victim
-like the prey you think she is

You love her
By giving her the water she needs
-only to drown her in it

You love her
By plucking her from the ground
-and ending her beauty