he rolled paper joints with my poetry,
and I spread him like fire. he was
perfect. and I was heartless. like
two very unkempt pieces, we had
no business with love (we had no
business in love.[filesfiles]).
did you know before that the sky
was blue? I need my heart back!
(I need a heart attack!) this
absent soul is, coming down on me.
my right side is, open and leaking
fluid. (this shit is going to
stain the couch cushiness).
the love I have for you is a poison.