This is not a love poem.
This is a fuck poem about the extremities of human emotions.
And how they rot my sweet soul with a thick coat of violent red smog
The stench of jealousy, and luke warm pabst blue ribbon soak my skin
They douse any bliss I could have
Tears stream down my bruised cheekbones and I am on the verge of insanity
Stifling madness is deafening