I'm Strong but Not This Strong
I met you a long time ago,
when I believed that love was sex and you were my love.
I learn things the hard way.
There was eight months.
I forgot what it felt like to be yours.
But like that perfect shot from a gun,
spattering blood like waves on sand,
you found me.
Oh, it seemed too easy.
Last night, when I stared Hennessy in the face and told you that I loved you,
last night I missed you.
And shaking, I hallucinated that you were lying there
because you were going to gut me and leave me bleeding:
a fish cut and dry.
You bite like you want to get the poison out of my veins but
I just can't stop drinking
and baby it's so hard
sometimes, can you hear my breath echoing in the hollow of your throat?
Three days and you'll be gone to fight someone else's war
and you'll still burn me up.
You've chained me up like a
I used to believe that love was sex and you were my love.
Now I know better.
I believe that love is war and you'll always win it.
(Although I suspect we'll both be breathless.)
AN : I'm in love with a marine. Three more days and he's gone. I'm a mess and the words can't fix it.