You left me.
Dying and afraid
Wishing on your tears
As if you were my star.
You were.
I hoped not for your commitment.

And I woke up on the bathroom floor that morning.
All I wanted to know was,
"Where did you go?"
Breath like knives,
Cutting down the back of my neck.
I remember what I want to remember.
Maybe that is why I cannot stand commitment.

Lust is empty, so vain
And yet purer and more honest
Than any banal white dress.
Is true love this imperfect?
I hope I never know,
I never will vow to be your commitment.

I live for a quick run with you.
You make my life ever so exciting.
Baby, we have tried,

Nearly four years strong and this is all we are.
A secret, shattered hearts scattered on the floor.
We played so inconspicuously,
Just hoping the other would pick up the pieces again.
We are anything but committed.

I never want to take you to church,
All dressed up and teary eyed.
I never want to say "I do"
I have no desire for commitment.

And yet, the stronghold that you have
Somewhere deep in the cavity of my chest
Will not die.
All I want is to **** it off.

I want you, more than anything.
I hate you, more than anything.
Maybe this is a different type of commitment.

We are committed to being the drug, the pill, the morphine
That keeps the other coming back for more.