There ain’t nothin’ that I need.
I don’t know
How I got
Myself
Here.
There’s a guilt,
And there’s a
Passion.
To listen to one
And not the
Other
Seems a
Crime
To me.
Why am I
And
Who am I
And
How do I
And
Where will I
And
God,
How I miss you.
I left you this very morning.
You held my tiny face in your hands
And brought these peaches so they reached yours.
I’d never heard someone mean it so much when they told me they loved me.
Nobody’s ever loved me.
Not the way I’ve dreamed of being loved.
Oh, I’ve been lusted;
I’ve been torn;
I’ve been on the tips of all your tongues.
I’m so very happy. So very, very.
All I wanna do is cry.
I wanna cry for the loss of myself in you.
I wanna cry for the way you saved me.
I wanna cry for the way you showed me how to come.
I wanna cry for the fucking pill-pop-lift&drop that eats you up each day.
I wanna eat your cancer up.
I am the flowers from your rotting body;
And
I
Will
Bloom
For
The
Memory
Of
The
Rest
Of
Your
Perfect
Life.
I vow.
I do.
I do.
I do.
