Sick
I found a note
in the mangled pages of my confessional
it read,
"less we forget the doom
and the plague
of all those spoiled lovers"
yet
when I look at you
all I know
is if I don'thave you
I'll feel sick
for the rest of my life
Words, warmth, grumblings, poetry, tears, venom, pornography, spit, swallow, love, hate and hope.