Give me Seroxat any day over your love

Babe

Your love is not a drug

Come to me

slit wrists

tears in your eyes

We're grown

Teenage angst so cliche

It hurts to look at your mane

Running my fingers through it

doesn't solve my misery

But I can solve your anger

You cannot touch the breadth of breath

in my chest

ripped apart from angry sex

with your toensils

I ask for a hug

But what I get

a shrug

a crush of the bones in a mug

Something so out of touch with my intestines

Maybe you ask

why I stayed

but I refrain to ask

why you left