Apr. 17th, 2013
She wandered into my life
During a time of strife
She wandered into my heart
During the worst part
She wandered away
When I needed her that day
She wandered in again
When I'd forgotten the pain
She wandered afar
And it was so far
And it was so far
She wandered where I couldn't reach
If only I could drink bleach
Gushing, pouring,
Thick, viscous,
Rushing in to fill the thirst.
Never enough life.
But always too much vigor.
That pungent odor,
So sweet and odious.
Tacky.
Staining as you fight for it.
Marking you as you gasp for it.
Wondering what it would be like,
If it were fresh.
If it were hers.
If.
If.
If.
Tacky,
Sticky sweet,
Addicting.
You'll never escape it.