These days, my veins choke on the poison
My crumbling lips could never afford you
These obtuse vestiges want recognition
But their arms just flail about
Not even feeling for a turnaround
Just twitching there, like a crushed bug

How very sad for him

But my relentless core
Was spun around yours
To the point where your face
Is graffitied over Polaris
And every sunrise pour a splash of you
Into my morning coffee

No, not today
But maybe eventually
You could be my girl.