You pucker up.
Our passions spent.
My hearts a tart, your bodys rent.
My bodys broken, your is bent.
Carve your name into my arm.
Instead of stressed, I lie here charmed.
Cause theres nothing else to do.
Every me and every you.
Sucker love, a box I choose.
No other box I choose to use.
Another love I would abuse.
No circumstances could excuse.
In the shape of things to come.
Too much poison came undone.
Cause theres nothing else to do.
Every me and every you.
Every me and every you.
Every me...
Sucker love is know to swing.
Prone to cling and waste these things.
Pucker up for heavens sake.
Theres never been so much at stake.
I serve my head up on a plate.
Its only comfort, calling late.
Cause theres nothing else to do.
Every me and every you...
Like the naked leads the blind.
I know Im selfish, Im unkind.
Sucker love I always find.
Someone to bruise and leave behind.
All alone in space and time.
Theres nothing here but what heres mine.
Something borrowed, something blue.
Every me and every you..."
I know I shouldn't like that poem so much, but I do.
Thats how it is when youre with me.
I keep you at odd angles and never mind when you leave.
Its never worth it to keep you around.
love is unsatisfying.
till next time...
♥ Tookie.
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