I'll write you a love song
One of grace and silky notes
I'll play this rusty guitar
And I'll sing too.

But we broke
After I wrote
That piece of lust
Now it's lying there
Forming dust.

I can't sit still
I walk around
Beating like a heart
Crying like a baby
Drinking
And disregarding the therapy
Of writing.

The days go by
The daze is stuck to me
Like an insect
Squashed on my sleeve
Poor little thing.

The streets are dying
And I'm walking aimlessly
Recklessly pushing at the heart
Of this black place
Pushing my fingers through its ribcage
I'm a disaster
Looking for some closure
Away from this horrible life.