When I say last, I mean only love,
Not a chance or even a simple shove.
Provings of pleas and prayers on my pillow sheen,
My hot tears for soiled dreams to come clean,
I love.
and you fight.
I kiss.
and you bite.
Brain feels like its nested by worms, and they twist.
And they turn,
And this pain.
You think I would learn,
but I can't.
And I feel like I feel and I feel and I feel. And I feel.
How can't you? or used to?
Should I hope and I pray?
Every night into day?
for you to come Home,
and make us whole...
No?
It's cool.
Not like I matter to anyone. Anyways...
Should I just find a substitute?
Someone smart, someone cute?
How can I, when every face, is your face,
and every place is your place,
and all I want is one taste,
just one taste,
just one taste,
just one taste,
just one taste,
of this life.
I used to waste.
Just a piece.
Just a taste.
You and me,
face to face.
