I once saw bliss in your eyes which saved me from my demise. But needing you made me realize that loving you made me hollow inside.
“I swear… I’ll never lay another hand on you again. I promise.”
She complained to me that her pants made her look fat; I told her it’s not the pants’ fault. The police never did find all of me.
I knew love was on the line, but I was exhausted and running around the issue wasn’t going to cut it anymore. So instead of serving it I threw the plate of asparagus he made at his feet, bellowing over him to drown out his warbling, “Goddamnit, John, you know I wasn’t asking about singing!”