empty your heart on a bed sheet

covered in your lovers' lover's sperm

and i'll spill my blood on a bathroom sink

of a motel six piece of shit

at least i have my dignity.

feel free to feel my illnesses too keenly.

to give half a shit about the looks

and the needs that i'm too honest about.

use your imagination and watch me arch

my back in your mind's eye

my thoughts rolling across your pillow

my hands will shake

and i promise you i'll writhe like a boa

and i'll constrict with words you can't swallow

it's cigarette smoke that you know too much about

and we're too good for each other

but feel free to feel out a try with me

i'm too eager, you're too attached to a chain of heart sickness.

we're gluttons together.

proud scars beat a broken heart.