i get the same feeling looking
at you as i do dissecting cats
but it's ok
i know it just means
love.
i want to be more in love than
the man who first wrote about true love;
i want it to swallow my soul
and i don't want to mind;
i want it to kill me
because sometimes
i think i should be dead
and this would be a beautiful way to go—
dying for someone better
than myself, unselfish until
realized it's the most selfish
of selfish things,
to love & be loved.
it's sickening.
black-tar-lungs,
that kind of sickening.
emphysematic
paroxysms, that kind of sickening.
the shape of your lips,
in all their beauty:
that kind of
sickening.
