becoming

You keep milking me
And all you're gettin' is blood
It's vicious; it's fevered
It's all that I am.

But honey, this ain't real
Without bricks and mortar,
So lay me down and stick it to me
'Cause I believe in more than this

It's easier to love you
When you don't exist.

sick to death

when i force myself
to think about such things as
split-bellied unicorns
and the stink
of burning rubber,
like a sucker,
i always end up
with some shit about love
and a vomiting heart.