Your love, is the one
Most undesirable thing.
And yet I shriek,
Every time you touch my lips.
And I can’t help but dwell
On the love I bear for you.
And all the sleepless nights we passed
As your love caressed my lungs.
And I think not of the pain that
You’ve brought me and is to come.
For an addict's epiphany
Comes as often as prostitutes cum.
I am no Michelangelo,
But I have painted the skies grey.
And out of great discontent,
I’ve come to love you,
And I swear I’ll come again.
