Is it bad?
That I sway
because of my tears,
Not the music
you claim
To play in my ears?
Is it bad?
That I crave
That nicotines high,
Not your hand
So steadily
Pressed up against
my thigh?
Is it bad?
That my love for you
Only makes me ache,
And every kiss you give me
Will only make me break?
Is it bad?
