February 3, 2011
It’s not enough for you-
To just be with me-
To tell stories-
To speak of things we’ll see—

My love’s no good-
To the likes of you-
You cut me like a knife-
Yet you use a bottle, because it feels right—

Drink your poison-
Drink it down-
Leave me here to cry-
Take your poison and please die—

I’m alone-
No one’s here-
Your locked up-
Your cries I hear--

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