Love
is a cannibal
chewing
on the bones
of
my heart
while
I walk down Harper
vaping
THC
at
two in the morning
looking
for a thug to piss off
who'd
leave me dead
and
bloody in the streets.
But
I've walked all the way up to Nine Mile
and
haven't seen a soul...
only
a sad-looking puppy
who
peeked out from a parking lot
looking
for my affection.
I
left him there to die.
Little
fucker would probably just hump my leg
and
eat my food
if
I take him home
just
like every skinny bitch
who
said they'd love me forever
when
I brought them back to my house
from
the bar.
Nope,
that dog's gonna die
under
an abandoned car
and
I'm gonna keep kicking
this
heart-shaped rock
down
the shattered slabs of sidewalk
until
I find a window
to
throw it through.
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