You smell vaguely of lies
It hurts...

What's the matter?
You reek of tragedy and monotony...

Let this be my epitaph
Dust replaced tears long ago...

My heart rots black-
I couldn't stand to feel it...

I hate you
I hate the fact that you lie...

Relent, wet summer breath
Whisper like a strange green wine...

My own culpability and naive reassurance...
Until the boy shows up...

You're all at once humid and refreshing
But cold in winter...