cover my in anything you’d have
on me
curl my teeth with bitter smiles
and cigarettes
torture me and let me watch
you as you fuck him
bury in love until i suffocate

’cause it’s easier to make love
than to crawl across the floor
and beg for more

after all, this cold i’m sure won’t
last for long
the bible thumpers on each corner
turn to drink
they only do it to avoid the
freezing cold
their mother chase them out of bars
and down the street

’cause it’s easier to hide from
than it is to face reality
each day