Something else that you called dignity
What is this?
Another word for self-denial
And something I detest
Within myself?

I do not know
What you could possibly have meant
By comfort
When you said
Those words
So twisted and obscene

I loved her
Like you'll never know
And I can lie
And say it was love
When I'm not really sure
Because my knowledge is so sentient

Abstract, and that's all I can say
You go out to drink
And I'll stay at home
So I don't meet her
And break into tears
You never saw
The intensity
With which I looked at her
And she at me
So I will go now.