We'll bury the dead among the living.
Carcasses, mounds of them, reminding them
of how ruthless your methods of romance prove.
Death, the outcome of it, wearing thin
as we inhale the travesties and festivities of love.
Unequivocally beautiful, adjective-sponge,
and admired by all your prospective lovers.
You stain your nightgown to prove a point,
but your innocence was what I admired most.
Controlling myself while you control another.
("Whose funeral next week? Why, of course,
I'll have another drink to your name...
for that's all I have left.")
Wonderfully stated, Senator.
Her politics are fraudulent an
d faithfulness her ally. I best
owed upon you compliments
so empty I can't remember n
ow whatever triggered them.
The difference between this a
nd how it used to be is minim
al, but I'd still like to rememb
er you as being the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.