you only kiss me
when you’re drunk
enough to say things
that make my soul
spread thin like a stick
of butter melting
next to granny's hot stove
always baking something
sweet and unhealthy
that i just have to taste


i have loved only once
been lain bare by three
and forsaken five hearts
that sought after mine
buried them in the garden
to watch flowers grow


and i know this
lonely state is my lot because
i continually choose it
self sabotage of every happiness
but it occurs to me now
that i have left
decent men who vowed
to protect me from all
in order to chase
after boys like you
who only kiss me
when they’re drunk
and then run away


and what would i do
if they stopped running
if boys like you stood still
and steady


i don’t have to wonder

in a split second i steal
their shoes and leave
them standing in the dust
dumbfounded at my disappearance


for i am
a creature not unlike you


and so maybe it’s me
that i need to love

09/04/2006

Posted on 09/04/2006
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