Dialectic heart

I'm at war with myself

you say I love you, and I do

then suddenly I strike

with soft meat and slender songs

wish we could just explode

but the covers are warm

and the glass of water

is sitting there

I'm at war with myself

touching my penis

you break down in front of me

I want to hug you

but I threaten myself

see, it's all so sweet

even when I hit you

we can laugh

and kiss

I'm at war with myself

no chairs left for me

I was waiting for another girl

so you went alone

now there is a man in you

he isn't me, he doesn't even read

but he takes you to bed

from the empty place I dropped you

I'm at war with myself

can't even eat without you

you were my planet

space is cold