I could love you better in blissful memory
Then your flaws would slowly dim
It would only be right to tell lies of how highly I thought of you
soon lies would come to be believed as truth even by their source
I'll forget the nights I fled from you
The nights the dog yapped
and the nights I ******* my hands in my hair
ripping it out strand by strand
wishing to God you'd stop talking, stop screaming, stop breathing and being