by Libby Langsner
I was crying but I somehow managed to masturbate anyway: a love story
I left half the bed empty for you when I knew you were fucking someone else: a love story
I still think about that night where you cried in my arms and I kissed your forehead to make you feel better (you'll never know): a love story
I love you so much that I want you to rot in hell: a love story
I could be vodka so you'd purse your lips over all the open parts of me when you're sad
And I could be your ego so you'd never let me down.
I built myself a beautiful house
named it after you
Built a cradle for the baby we almost had
Put a lock on the door and your eyes
Built different bodies so you couldn't tell,
You can have any girl you want
As long as she's me.