Nothing makes me sicker,
Than thinking of you,
In all your self inflicted unfortunate glory,
Constantly condemning yourself,
Hiding in all your excuses.
Hurry up and kiss me,
Before I gag again.
Your kisses are so sour,
I have to think of something pleasurable,
Just to bear with it until you're done.
You don't even realize,
How well you've been kissed.
I can only hold my disgust in so long,
Before I can't do it any more for your sake,
Please stop trying before you obliterate me.
I'm tired of hanging on,
To your almosts and somedays.
Such ceaseless empty promises,
You make me tired to the core of my soul.
Please hurry up and say goodbye.
I can't stand you any longer.
If I loved you any less,
I wouldn't let you do this to me.
Come back to me only
When you're done playing dead.