fulfillment...
like drugs
a bouquet of flowers
i split open the stems
pour over me
drench my costume
mirror my pain and pleasure

apathy from one
creates desolation for the other half
like the coffee grinds at the bottom of my mug
you are almost too much to handle

i wish you could tell me what you feel
but you dont have a phone
and i dont think id be
ready for it anyways

lets try again
in another life
where im the drug
and you are the one
staring at a bouquet of flowers