tape worm

i don't want to be giddy

off of the floating high of your gaze

your smiles are not formed for me

(i will smoke it anyways)

your words to me are hollow 

but they are burned into my brain

how my lips yearn to dance over them

and bless them in the rain

the kind of love you give me

(you don't, i eat your scraps)

even in it's smallest doses

makes for my guts to collapse

the withdrawal eats my insides

i double in my pain

but for a second your eyes meet mine

(i light the joint again)