Tears form in my eyes,

From the blasphemy of life,

As ex-lovers pile up in the corner,

Like old, and dirty dishrags.


But they keep on missing me,

And loving me…

Because they say I still hold their hearts,

In the palms of my hands,

Even if it was because of their own faults.


And I still smile sometimes,

When I talk to them…

But the love they send me,

Is like guilt, and water kisses that drown me,

From the inside out.


Dirty dishrag lovers in the corner,

That smile their menacing grins,

That they claim are full of love,

But really are just made of guilt,

And water kisses.