fuck you, but please fuck me

up til four
i'll always be your personal whore
if you only feed me more
put down the bed
and pour the wine
i'll choke down my pills
we'll both feel fine
i'm fragile like a porcelain doll
and brutish like a bull
i break myself with every fall
and you with every pull

fighting or fucking
there's no in-between
when you're a needy drama queen

Wednesday

My hands are cold
And my thoughts are snarled
But the sun still shines
On the whole damn world