On the Make

Falling in love
is bad for the bones
badder than coming off
the methadone.

Love is full
of phantom limbs
leaving nothing to fill
your brand new Tim's.

Love may hurt,
but I wasn't born for singularity.

Love may desert,
but that would be no rarity.

Love can only bleed
when the cut's already made.

Love can only burn
when you've had a turn.

Love can only was
if love already has.

Love is a risk
I'm willing to make
so watch out girls
I'm on the make.

the tear

the tear
slipped over
the lid of my eye
left a trail
down my cheek
and sits
in the corner
where lips meet