love me. please.

love me. please.

it’s 110 degrees

in my skin again.

doesn’t anyone see

how exhausted i am?

just let the disease

that sent loverboys to war

and pretty girls out the door-

from good homes and good times

to sigh and love one another.

to drown 10 feet from the shoreline

and die, but die together-

just let it kill me

please

just let it kill me