Nothing like love tastes so bitter in the morning

after burning all night in your embrace,

then learning my passion has been misplaced.

I am penned into my own situation comedy

with black permanent marker,

a slack smile with no laughter.

So I no longer quake, shake, rock or roll,

I am merged with dullness and deepest grey,

I am purged of useful words to say.

On the longest day I held out for something fine,

for love not in a modern style,

another way for a while.

Then I became valium coated

and now I am asleep in a dream,

alone I weep, inside I scream.

This is nothing like love-

This is nothing.

This is-

This.