Loving you is futile
It bears no fruit to sate my hunger
or nectar to quench my thirst.
It bears only thorns to pierce skin once excited by your touch.

Ticking clocks and photographs

have many tales to tell

distorted smiles and passing time

show that I loved you well.

The dreams we shared

lay broken now 

aflame upon the pyre

I snooped about

and found you out

you ***** ******* liar.

This need to know is killing me
It isn't any fun
Just let me try, just once to see
How you'd taste on my tongue.