If you follow
I will lead
I promise nothing
I concede

My poor liver
My poor heart
Was I broken
From the start?

Throw me bread
I hunger so
Don't pretend
We're in the know

I'll be yours
Though I'm not much
I'm sure I'd tremble
At your touch

I'd refuse salvation
Unless it came from you
I'm afraid that I'm alive
One precedes and becomes two

Writing sonnets may seem fine
If emotions don't entwine
Love and hate are lovers true
As uncertain as my love for you

Scream
Dream
Seem
Unclean
Hurt
Dirt
Death
Breath
I
Want
To
Be
With
You
Now