stale & checked

infected with a love for you

afflicted with a curse

i wish that i could run from you

but that just makes it worse

directing all your enmity

and hatefulness towards me

deflecting my advances,

i'm entranced but you don't see

or you don't care.  but you're aware

you run me, through and through

this bliss is more like misery

it's love, but it's not true

your kisses taste like salty death

your breath is fresh and pure

your face is laced with wickedness

so confident, so sure

it's time for us to end this game,

the mate is stale and checked

i've no one but myself to blame

for i'm the one who's wrecked

(c) 2003 j baugher