love,

the lord has left us

to tie knots in our hair

and make a mess of the bed.

to cry ourselves to sleep 

and fall madly.

to walk alone,

down an empty hill at 

2:37 in the morning

and still be smiling.

the lord has left us

sitting on our thumbs

penniless&tired

and kissing and smiling

with only the glow of the

television to see your eyes.

the lord has left us,

drowning, floating,

laughing, fucking,

fucking tired

and i'm glad

andi'mhappyagainforthefirsttimeinmonths.