She only loves you
for you potential
for calamity.
She’s a destruction addict,
failure junkie.
She gets high
on those gutter lover lows,
that’s her real trip;
a real dust grinder.
Yeah,
she’s gonna get you, son.
She’s gonna make you great.
She wants to see you
on the highest rung,
before she cuts you down
at the knees.
She’s a lead balloon,
backpack anvil parachute.
Try to climb high,
she’s rolling rocks down at you.
She’s gonna let you run
and get up a real good
head of steam.
Full tilt,
that rope around our neck
snaps tight;
that one she said
was a “Lover’s Knot”.
Well guess what?
Now you’re fucked.
Broken man,
loved to love
and trust,
but that girl,
man, she’s like a poisoned kiss.
A knife in the back handshake,
a dry desert of tears
and caring
that never cared.
Grave filler.
Dude, she’s gonna drag you down
and smother you with kisses
as she throws shovelfuls
of dirt on you.
You loved
and should have been loved,
but love is foolish
and love is blind.
You never saw
that the killing blow
was struck by your own hand
and you said
you did it because you loved her.
Sucker.
There’ll always be another
like you;
to her,
you’re just grave filler.
HG – 2017
