tonight you stooped to my level

i am your mangy little whore

you are trying to find your underwear

and then your socks and then the door

and you're trying to find a reason

why you have to leave

i know it's 'cuz you think you're adam

and you think i'm eve



you rhapsodize about beauty

and my eyes glaze

everything that i love is ugly

i mean really, you would be amazed

just do me a favor

it's the least that you can do

just don't treat me like i am

something that happened to you



i am truly sorry about all this



you put a tiny pinprick

in my big red balloon

and as i slowly start to exhale

that's when you leave the room

i did not design this game

i did not name the stakes

i just happen to like apples

and i am not afraid of snakes



i am truly sorry about all this

i envy your ignorance

i hear that it's bliss



so i let go of the ratio

of things said to things heard

and i leave you to your garden

and the beauty you preferred

and i wonder what of this

will have meaning for you

when you've left it all behind

i guess i'll even wonder

if you meant it

at the time