van houweling
nobody knows how to love me right,
and no one fucks me quite like i do.
i’m just sittin’ here like a raging piece of decor,
and no one wants me but they’ll take me home anyway.
i’m foaming at the mouth like i tried to swallow an alka-seltzer.
i’m acting feral and paranoid.
jumping when the walls shift and moan.
sulking and prowling around a white-tiled moonlit kitchen.
and i’m lost, wandering around the pond at sunrise.
pulling the cattails apart with blank eyes yet feverish.
so, come on, babe, just take me out to the backyard
and shoot me in the temple. be kind.
you’re not going to miss me,
because you never even really wanted me.
you brought me home ‘cause,
morbid curiosity.
