Look how you have changed me,
how you became my godsend.
I think I know better now.
I think I look better too
– Under this muck of pretend –
Don’t think it a blame
No, I made the incision myself
while the hot rasp of your voice played
and you stayed in the background.
It had its way with me last night,
the way brutes do.
I told you that’s how I’ll like it,
and you did come through.
You are reliable as the wind,
though I am not here to offend
Not when I like your lies so dearly
I think I am in love with them.
Feels like deja vu
Every time you draw your ink
from these open wounds
That’s what they are here for,
why I won’t recommend
suturing busted lips
It’s an adventure, you see
So forget what they said about the map
and follow me
Go deeper and a little off-center,
a slight turn of the hips
and I think you’ll hit the spot.
Didn’t think it possible to love more
when you hurt worse than bad
Who needs sticks and stones
when your words can screw with my head?
No, I think I’ll ignore the sign outside your door
the one that shows a skull and the crossbones
to take your glistening rage,
your pain, your war
It’s all because of you, for you
Even if to you this reads mad.