look: snakes are not for cuddling.
pathological liars don't warm the nights.
it's ridiculous to think that you can be
a comfort food when all you are is poison.
a thriving hypocrite amongst flowers
never did the bed any goddamn good.
you can't be pretty pastels in a painting.
your flesh is decrepit, undulating with disease.
creepy-crawlies coming off of you in waves.
you are decomposing.
a stench so foul my eyes welt with tears.
your beauty has passed. i hope you understand.
i try to love you, but i just can't.