i believe in a thing called love,
in toxic oxytocin tears and
jagged daggers of emotions
that hit hard and quick and deep
leaving lovers dazed and aroused
on kitchen tiles and sticky dance floors.
i do believe in love, i do,
in blood filled love potions
you put so much of yourself into it
that she just has to love you
she has to, she must,
and she does, she does,
ugly crying but ****
for you, all for you,
please just hold on
she pleads -
mucus filled tears cascading down her face,
*******
thighs,
pooling on the floor,
making the doctors both cringe with disgust and
simultaneously lean forward with interest
swaying in non-existent breeze -
and you die with your first kiss in your fist
and a piebald smile that splinters her inside forever
but i guess that isn't your fault, right?
i do believe in love, i do, i do,
in unfettered devotions
in pimp-that-guy,
the quality relationship improvement show,
because you want to be a lover
but the guy ain't right
so just make him up
and use a real guy as his outside
you love him sanded, smoothed, buffed, painted
with rims and an inexplicable 48 inch lcd screen
you'll officially get hitched but don't cry
divorce is common and either way it doesn't matter
just look pretty and make sure to squint.
i do believe love, i do
i believe in
poisoning yourself for Juliet
rather than taking her pulse
to taking dear John's heart and
jumping on it happily
because you love him sooooo much
but like, the world has conspired against you,
not with guns and bombs and videotape
but with, like, freely made decisions,
peer pressure and jagermeister
his blood makes pretty patterns on your
milk white thighs and i guess that
he sticks around for the show
oh boy, i believe in love, i do, that
6 and 9 aren't meant to be together
they just fit, that
there's no place for 'pure' in love cos it's all
pain and *** and spit
as for 'star crossed lovers'
the stars are always crossed
else eclipses would be boring and
each lost lover on a course
i do believe in love, i do,
in the sweetheart who lispes
licking earlobes and bottom lip biting
of metal snakes, happy fates
and piscean traits,
exuding high fructose glucose syrup
instead of saliva
so kiss them carefully or you'll
sugar high and sugar low
and sugar crash and burn
with every cosmic turn and
oh, i believe in love, lovers, oh i do, i do,
in the swirls of black and white that
play ying and yang
that kiss and grate and fornicate
forming a pasty grey
declaring that their grey is the
greyest, greatest, gayest grey
i do believe in love, i do,
bridezilla has destroyed new york in the
quest for the perfect dress as
otherwise her,
sorry,
their,
day will be ruined
milan and paris are shaking in their loius vuittons
praying they will be passed over
oh anna wintour,
just one more working day
please let the cake be next on it's list,
deliver us, oh lagerfeld, from
polyester blend shrouds in hideous off white,
amen.
but yeah,
i do believe in love, i do,
in philosophers that never tire
who'll be debating whether
kpattz, robsten, or my name for it,
sorry, them,
pattenwart,
really love each other
or are merely feeding off the media **** storm
to soothe their fragile bodies
and appease their shiny deities.
so yeah, i know what it involves
every ingredient labelled and shelved
sampled and sicked up and
given 5 star reviews on amazon
with words of advice
and i do believe in love.
i do.
oh, i do
so friends,
hold out your bleeding hearts
apply some anti-skeptic
your wounds will heal in 30 days
give or take a century.
Oct 10, 2012
Oct 10, 2012 at 1:12 PM UTC
i believe in a thing called love,
in toxic oxytocin tears and
jagged daggers of emotions
that hit hard and quick and deep
leaving lovers dazed and aroused
on kitchen tiles and sticky dance floors.
i do believe in love, i do,
in blood filled love potions
you put so much of yourself into it
that she just has to love you
she has to, she must,
and she does, she does,
ugly crying but ****
for you, all for you,
please just hold on
she pleads -
mucus filled tears cascading down her face,
*******
thighs,
pooling on the floor,
making the doctors both cringe with disgust and
simultaneously lean forward with interest
swaying in non-existent breeze -
and you die with your first kiss in your fist
and a piebald smile that splinters her inside forever
but i guess that isn't your fault, right?
i do believe in love, i do, i do,
in unfettered devotions
in pimp-that-guy,
the quality relationship improvement show,
because you want to be a lover
but the guy ain't right
so just make him up
and use a real guy as his outside
you love him sanded, smoothed, buffed, painted
with rims and an inexplicable 48 inch lcd screen
you'll officially get hitched but don't cry
divorce is common and either way it doesn't matter
just look pretty and make sure to squint.
i do believe love, i do
i believe in
poisoning yourself for Juliet
rather than taking her pulse
to taking dear John's heart and
jumping on it happily
because you love him sooooo much
but like, the world has conspired against you,
not with guns and bombs and videotape
but with, like, freely made decisions,
peer pressure and jagermeister
his blood makes pretty patterns on your
milk white thighs and i guess that
he sticks around for the show
oh boy, i believe in love, i do, that
6 and 9 aren't meant to be together
they just fit, that
there's no place for 'pure' in love cos it's all
pain and *** and spit
as for 'star crossed lovers'
the stars are always crossed
else eclipses would be boring and
each lost lover on a course
i do believe in love, i do,
in the sweetheart who lispes
licking earlobes and bottom lip biting
of metal snakes, happy fates
and piscean traits,
exuding high fructose glucose syrup
instead of saliva
so kiss them carefully or you'll
sugar high and sugar low
and sugar crash and burn
with every cosmic turn and
oh, i believe in love, lovers, oh i do, i do,
in the swirls of black and white that
play ying and yang
that kiss and grate and fornicate
forming a pasty grey
declaring that their grey is the
greyest, greatest, gayest grey
i do believe in love, i do,
bridezilla has destroyed new york in the
quest for the perfect dress as
otherwise her,
sorry,
their,
day will be ruined
milan and paris are shaking in their loius vuittons
praying they will be passed over
oh anna wintour,
just one more working day
please let the cake be next on it's list,
deliver us, oh lagerfeld, from
polyester blend shrouds in hideous off white,
amen.
but yeah,
i do believe in love, i do,
in philosophers that never tire
who'll be debating whether
kpattz, robsten, or my name for it,
sorry, them,
pattenwart,
really love each other
or are merely feeding off the media **** storm
to soothe their fragile bodies
and appease their shiny deities.
so yeah, i know what it involves
every ingredient labelled and shelved
sampled and sicked up and
given 5 star reviews on amazon
with words of advice
and i do believe in love.
i do.
oh, i do
so friends,
hold out your bleeding hearts
apply some anti-skeptic
your wounds will heal in 30 days
give or take a century.