your touch of stardust
reducing me
into the mirage of the night
your kiss of sand
destroys my hope
my fucking built up admiration
for u and all the fucking things
u never ever said
i hate u
no but i love u
but really,
i hate you
i burn with the witches
i burn in my saviors cup
i burn with the watchtowers
i burn with malaysia and north korea
and saudia arabia
haunted by ur whiplash
with ur end and ur beginning
with the real talk they
said would happen
and didnt
i'm sorry
i should thought harder
on how this might taste
and come out sloppy
all written down
(...till its hip to hip
and i'm giving u lip...)
thats how long i'll wait.