My love for you
Is like a hole in the wall
Somewhere black to crawl to
Where reality's harsh light
Can't penetrate the dirty windows
I feel my way along tables and chairs
So dusty with your neglect
But it's easier to lay on that velvety surface
And lick lukewarm grease off your piled up plates
Than to drag you back to my dark space
And let you
Clean up your own mess.