i wasn’t born
feeling suicidal
even though
i was well aware
that she was
the sweetest kind of poison
still i drank her down
in needy thirsty gulps

i learned that
poets pick their vices
before taking
their first steps
so i had seen her
in my dreams
before i knew
what any of that meant

when i tell you
that i love her
i mean with every cell inside
though i wasn’t
feeling suicidal
i simply want her
more than life
and that’s a fact

yes, that’s a fact

so when i tell you
that i love her
i mean with every cell inside
while i wasn’t
sure what it all meant
i had picked my vices
before i had taken
my first breath

and that’s a fact
yes that’s a fact

i learned that
poets pick their vices
before taking
their first steps
i learned the art
of broken hearts
still i always dream
of her lying in my bed

and that’s a fact
oh, that’s a fact