I think I must enjoy being this lying lump of pity
yearning still for your dissipating memory,
I exhausted it long ago.
Would you be scared to know
I still piece it together
with scraps and glue
with obsession and gloom
with my own heart's desire for an artificial fuel.
It keeps me going, keeps me moving
in hopes of finding someone to fill that place.
your presence is too large; there is no space,
yet I keep you there as the centerfold.
i think i must enjoy loneliness
i've rejected every good thing that's come my way
there's truth to the statement after all:
not all men are dogs.
then why can't i seem to get my head from the clouds; the fog
distorts my view
I can't seem to realize
that there might be someone more magnificent than you.