no, you cannot love my heaviness. you cannot even handle your weakness.
and i think i'm going to be humming songs of regret about you
until i have enough vocabulary near me to compose
about love.
why did i chose your nothingness to give me hope? ...

i let go of past lovers and chained myself to a masochist
who fit the tragedies my mind concocts.
you were well fit for the part. you fed my misery
well.
well, where is our love now.