I can't repeat
The words I said to you
They were so doleful
And so criminally tired:
How could I be tired
When you coursed through me
Like oxygen, adrenaline?

I don't regret
Anything I said to you
Except that I do

Regret everything
I cannot decide
If the confusion of my mind
Is fashionable
Or just kitsch

Calm yourself
So I can make my move
I am so crippled
And so wretched
But you don't mind:
You are stylish
And in vogue
And I'm far behind.
Someone has to be
Roadkill
To make you feel
Divine