Monday, March 21, 2011

a fragile relationship


















Life is a whore
Fuck her and then pay
Just kidding
I adore her
I give her flowers everyday

But it's a fragile relationship
And I never quite know what she's thinking
I wake up with scars on my arms
After nights of heavy drinking

I know I didn't make the cuts
I'm too vain for mutilation
I think she slashes me while I sleep
To make me value self-preservation

And preserve myself I will
Until I have the will no more
And as long as life is free
I apologise
For calling her a whore
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