-- and you told me that you loved me
you swore that now,
this time,
it would be right and true and forever
you spoke of eternity
same breath,
same sentence
spoke of lust and death
and you told me that you needed me
promised that without me
you would die
drift away
I believed your rosebud and sterling tongue
all flowers
poetry
I believed every word
and you told me that you'd changed...

...so why does my body still feel barren
why does your touch
leave me in tears
why do I only smile
when you're gone? --