Scratching initials into my desk,
so my idle, angry nails don’t find her eyes.
My heart is helpless and possessed.
There is an envy deep within me,
distant,
under the sun,
my skin burns,
as my ink buries her beautiful face,
I spin,
alone in the garden,
side two,
track seven,
Rubber Soul,
as my eyes rain.
I am the reigning Queen of resent,
throne of Grass,
crown of limelight hydrangeas.
Being loved by me is dangerous,
because I can compete in an empty room.
I am swallowing my pain,
it tastes so much like you,
so I start to hunt out my hunger,
helpless and possessed again.
