faith. i have brought you nothing but a heavy heart. may i rest it's weight upon you?
orange juice for when you're thirsty. rum for when you're cold. let the chaser leave it's ring upon the coffee table once your tongue starts growing bold. cigarettes for when you're hungry. sex for when you feel alone. a machine might crave the same amount of maintenance but it will live to be twice as old. gloves for when you're afraid of touching others. and valium for when you're too shy to even leave the covers. oh i suppose it's better to be let down easy. like a bucket lowers itself into a well. leaving nothing but a ripple and every time it comes out full. but there's a dryness in your stomach, thicker than the cotton that remains on the sun stained hands of a slave after his days work is done, when you assume you're the only one that has ever loved.