Monday, June 18, 2012

Paper Lover

I wasn't a sight to see
I was an illusion to her heart
An illusion she placed
Too much hope into
Like pulling the trigger
Of a gun without a firing pin
I was merely a body bag
Of bad magic and good lies
That promised her the world
With the volant grip of my hands
My intentions were only gold
But my addictions were immortal
I used her on accident
Like walking drunk into the wrong bathroom
And not noticing the absent smell
Of piss pucks and testosterone
I really wanted to love her
But I was just a paper lover
And a damn good one

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