Thread: Hot Mess ( Language )

We yelled at each other for hours on end
Nearly the entire car ride

She called me an arrogant asshole
I called her a drunken bitch

That's when I realized
How much I adore her

I try so hard for apathy
She thirsts for a reaction

She is naive
Disdain for her compliance

Somehow though
We find each other between the bars and the bed sheets

I told her that I'm into freedom
Then convinced her to follow me

I told her to date others
Now she thinks I'm a bastard

I'm too cynical
She's too hopeful

She's too drunk
I'm too sober

She wants a home
I want a new train to hop on

I tell her that fate is what you make it
But I yearn for perfection

Did we use each other?
Is truth more important than happiness?

One day I'll make it up to her
And she will never see me again

Excellence! The last couplet is just serene.

This reminds me of Georges Bataille's Blue of Noon; almost to the letter!