It was our lack of
Sanity
That brought us together.
At the beginning it was
Good
We quit our jobs
Applied for food stamps
Stole from grocery stores
Drank and made
Love
All day.
When the money and food stamps
Ran out
We fled the state
Ripped off banks
Traveled
Then got jobs
And died a little.
When we returned to California
We worked
Drank
Fought
And died some more.
She would leave home
For days
While I sat in our apartment
Drinking,screaming, punching through walls
I was gonna leave for good one night
Until she ripped a hole in her arm
To show me
How much our love meant to her
I stayed.
Until finally
It was dead.
I always wonder
What she thinks about when she
looks down
At that self inflicted
Love scar now.
I shake my head and laugh
When I look down
At mine.
I'll treat the next one
A lot better.