zebrasindenver

young

rich

and fit

 but without you

so poor

in love

Do you not grow tired of all the rage

the hate and punishment

you push upon yourself

can you not see the ease

of being soft

calm

and gentle with love

always so ready to go to war

this peace starved love

I saw my fucking therapist today

she asked about you

if you ever considered fucking therapy

she asked if we considered fucking therapy

i told her you probably

wouldn’t

be fucking into it

i realize as i walk these streets

i am the city becoming

the county fields and parks are dead

to grey buildings and black serpent streets

upon which i walk

with these boots of leather and sin

i have no place

in this blinding light of yours

so i creep slowly back

into the soothing darkness

id kill you with my bare hands

if i could break free from this love

the roses are all

sold out to love

I walk the streets alone on this snow filled Saint Valentine

the bars are crowded and theres no place at the hotel

restaurants overflow with lovers

and the roses are sold out

my heart breaks from the morning to the night

what a beautiful day

to have a date with a cuban

and an invite to watch the horses run after motorbikes

and to have you leave me

and remind me

i will never

that i will never be yours

oh perfect evil

St Valentine has stolen my desire

my passion

and my heart

thank god the liquor store sells all these things