Celebration of the Damned

That bittersweet moment when you fall so in love with a song
That is every part of your life, yet hurts your heart so badly
That it rattles the very core of your being

When loin is pressed to loin, and the name that comes to the tip of my lips
Is not the one I need at the moment
And instead it is yours and I weep the way I should be moaning

When the only thing that can get the heart inside my chest to beat
Is your bright white name against the black night sky
Stinging my eyes until they bleed

When all I can do is inhale this remedy
To forget the little parts of you that follow me around
Like left behind, unloved orphans

When my tongue is dry from crying your name out into the dead of night
And my shoulders are too heavy with bearing the weight of the secret
That I still love you

When my friends ears are falling off from all the words I say about you
And your name is nonsense because I say it way too often
That the letters and syllables and sounds don't make sense anymore

It is those bittersweet moments
By which
I live my life.