loveless *** is a
horrible thing

--not *** of passion
that's beautiful--
meet her
that night
play that game
and then share
in the reward
no,
that is artwork
there is love
in the art
of shared nonchalance

no, I'm talking
*** from that bad place
in your soul
from that bitterness
she thinks it's something
it's not
she wants you
and you want nothing
to do with it
but you're so
low
you're so beat
that everything
looks golden
it's a sorry thing
when love is
nowhere to be found
you make it
cheap and rough
in the backs
of cars
kitchen counters
quick relief
cause if it ain't that
it would be the noose
you **** just
to ****
just to put your ****
in anything
to feel something
thinking it must be better
than nothing

you're wrong
it's the worst
most cowardly of acts
running away
--and you know it
afterwards--
you're angry
you don't know why
lean out the
car door
or spit in the
kitchen sink
you're an ugly
*******
running
cause you
think you know better
running
cause you think you
can get away
a *******
sorry sucker you are
despicable
taking advantage of
everything you used
to cherish
just so you can try
and feel it again
it doesn't help
but you
can't help it
you're so low
you're so beat
so bruised
you can't help it

everything looks
like paradise